gdugaucquier:
He held up first the short sword that Sam had carried, and next a grey cloak with an elven-brooch, and last the coat of mithril-mail that Frodo had worn wrapped in his tattered garments.
short&plastic:
Deep in the jungle
gdugaucquier:
For just at that moment the light came over the hill, and there was a mighty twitter in the branches. William never spoke for he stood turned to stone as he stooped; and Bert and Tom were stuck like rocks as they looked at him.
tomtommilton:
Roger, roger
jan.kusters:
70: Aha!
jan.kusters:
71: Don't they ever sleep in these woods?
tomtommilton:
You must unlearn what you have learned
tomtommilton:
The most gifted bum he ever trained
tomtommilton:
There is no try
tomtommilton:
Hope is never mere, even when it is meager
The Brickdwarf:
The Forest King
jbarchietto:
Mushroom, Sweet Mushroom
short&plastic:
"My name is Hercule Poirot..."
short&plastic:
Allons-y
tomtommilton:
Needs more bokeh
br.ickelangelo:
PUT THAT HAMMER DOWN
Darth Electra:
Chasing a falling star
R. Stuijvenberg:
Fallout Red Rocket Truck Stop
R. Stuijvenberg:
17
R. Stuijvenberg:
Brotherhood of steel, raider and feral ghoul
