First its anti-POC spammers wanting to save my soul.
And then that poofter Glaurang the Golden Cloud.
And now this person disturbs my rest.

I want pizza.

Feh. Serial-adders are fools to think they can pounce on my live-journals, with their bots and their procolmations of moral superiority or god-characters should not bother a sleeping dragon!

Now, I'm hungry. I shouldn't have caused the extinction of the dinosaurs in Middle Earth. I could be having some fine barbecue

Well, well, well.
I've eaten all the Dinosaurs in Rohan, and they were very tasty.
But now there are Ferrets everywhere!

I wonder how Ferret stew would taste?

One Ferret, Two Ferret, Three Ferret in a pot.
Add a tater or two, and the boil it up hot!

( Ancalagon watches Two Tower Appendices )

*huge dark wings unfurl, blotting the starlight from the night sky*

I feel better

Taken from

ACHOOOOOOO!

Melkor! I feel ill

giggle

I did not just giggle!

I must be coming down with something. I feel rather ill.

*curls up in a box canyon*

So, that was Eomund, Eomer's father.

*burp!*

'Scuse moi.

Yes, I know she has fled my halls and have run away into the land.

Yes, I could go all-mighty dragon shtick and come down on her like a ton of bricks.

But...wouldn't that be boring?

*watches and...schemes*