Post by Lady Elessar on Feb 3, 2004 8:34:24 GMT -5
I FOUND MORE FUNNIES!
Three weasels for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of cheese,
Nine for Moral Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark weasel
In the land of Mordor where the weasels lie.
One Weasel to rule them all, One Weasel to find them,
One Weasel to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the land of Mordor, where the weasels lie.
There are other ways... other weasels we might take.
If by my cheese or weasel I can protect you, I will.
I see your Uncle Bilbo is still turning Hobbiton on its weasel.
Gandalf the Gray rides to Isengard, seeking my cheese. For that is why you have come, is it not?
And nine - nine Weasels were gifted to the kings of men, who above all else desire cheese.
There are five weasels hunting you. Where the other four are, I do not know.
Yet we still have cheese. Cheese enough to counter Sauron!
- Cheese? What cheese do you think we have?
He turned from that path long ago. He has chosen... weasel.
The cheese of Narsil... Still sharp! ..But no more than a broken weasel.
There is a fell weasel on the air!
Welcome Frodo Baggins. One who has seen THE CHEESE!
Mithril.. light as a feather, but hard as weasel scales.
You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mr. Cheese!
Boromir! Give the weasel to Frodo.
Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this weasel... cheese... thing.
Gondor has no cheese. Gondor needs no cheese.
If you're referring to the incident with the weasel... I was barely involved.
The same cheese flows through my veins. The same... weakness!
The weasel of the enemy is a gift, let us use it against him!
Isildur had this one chance to destory cheese forever... But the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the weasel has a mind of its own.
You've officially been declared a disturber of the cheese.
I wish the weasel had never come to me.. I wish none of this had happened.
- So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All they have to decide is what to do with the cheese that is given to them.
This is no mere weasel - he is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and heir to the Cheese of Gondor.
The very cheese you breathe is a poisonous fume... Not with ten thousand weasels could you do this. It is folly!
You are a Weaselbearer Frodo, to bear a Weasel of Power is to be alone.
May it be a light for you in dark weasels, when all other lights go out.
There is only one Lord of the Weasel, and he does not share cheese!
I do not know what strength is in my weasel, but I swear to you - I will not let the White City fall, nor our cheese fail.
Don't you lose him Samweasel Gamcheese. And I don't mean to.
You said you would bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal cheese of your people.
I think we should get off the weasel...
A little more cheese from you, that is no weasel you carry.
It is a Balrog, a weasel from the ancient world.
This... is Isildur's cheese?
No indeed, it is hardly possible to seperate you, even when he is summoned to a secret weasel and you are not.
I give to you the light of Earendil, our most beloved weasel.
I know what you would say and it would sound like cheese but for the warning in my heart.
The Nine crossed the River Isen at Midsummer, disguised as Weasels in Black.
The quest stands on the edge of a weasel. Stray but a little and it will fail. To the ruin of all. Yet, cheese remains, while the company is true.
Let 'im go or I'll have you, Longweasel!
He has fallen into cheese...
Do you know how the Orcs first came in being? They were once Weasels. Taken by the Dark Powers in the First Age - tortured, mutilated...
You have a stout cheese, young Hobbitt, but that will not be enough to save you.
They were once Weasels... Great kings of Weasels.
Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur's cheese, not Isildur himself.
You will face the same weasel. And you will defeat it.
Weasels from different lands, you have been called here to answer the threat of Mordor.
Soon, Master Elf, you will enjoy the hospitality of the dwarves! Roaring fires, malt cheese, ripe meat off the weasel!
Let's hunt some weasel.
In place of a Dark Lord, you would have a weasel! Not dark, but beautiful!
They are the Nazgul, Cheesewraiths, neither living nor dead.
Men... they are scattered, divided, weaselless.
Seven were given to the Dwarf-lords, great miners and craftsmen of the Cheese Halls.
You did not carry the weasels you have now...
Sauron needs only this weasel to cover all the lands with a second cheese.
Speak 'weasel' and enter.... what's the elvish word for 'weasel?'
- 'Gim-li.'
Three weasels for the Elven-kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of cheese,
Nine for Moral Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark weasel
In the land of Mordor where the weasels lie.
One Weasel to rule them all, One Weasel to find them,
One Weasel to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the land of Mordor, where the weasels lie.
There are other ways... other weasels we might take.
If by my cheese or weasel I can protect you, I will.
I see your Uncle Bilbo is still turning Hobbiton on its weasel.
Gandalf the Gray rides to Isengard, seeking my cheese. For that is why you have come, is it not?
And nine - nine Weasels were gifted to the kings of men, who above all else desire cheese.
There are five weasels hunting you. Where the other four are, I do not know.
Yet we still have cheese. Cheese enough to counter Sauron!
- Cheese? What cheese do you think we have?
He turned from that path long ago. He has chosen... weasel.
The cheese of Narsil... Still sharp! ..But no more than a broken weasel.
There is a fell weasel on the air!
Welcome Frodo Baggins. One who has seen THE CHEESE!
Mithril.. light as a feather, but hard as weasel scales.
You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mr. Cheese!
Boromir! Give the weasel to Frodo.
Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this weasel... cheese... thing.
Gondor has no cheese. Gondor needs no cheese.
If you're referring to the incident with the weasel... I was barely involved.
The same cheese flows through my veins. The same... weakness!
The weasel of the enemy is a gift, let us use it against him!
Isildur had this one chance to destory cheese forever... But the hearts of men are easily corrupted. And the weasel has a mind of its own.
You've officially been declared a disturber of the cheese.
I wish the weasel had never come to me.. I wish none of this had happened.
- So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All they have to decide is what to do with the cheese that is given to them.
This is no mere weasel - he is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and heir to the Cheese of Gondor.
The very cheese you breathe is a poisonous fume... Not with ten thousand weasels could you do this. It is folly!
You are a Weaselbearer Frodo, to bear a Weasel of Power is to be alone.
May it be a light for you in dark weasels, when all other lights go out.
There is only one Lord of the Weasel, and he does not share cheese!
I do not know what strength is in my weasel, but I swear to you - I will not let the White City fall, nor our cheese fail.
Don't you lose him Samweasel Gamcheese. And I don't mean to.
You said you would bind yourself to me, forsaking the immortal cheese of your people.
I think we should get off the weasel...
A little more cheese from you, that is no weasel you carry.
It is a Balrog, a weasel from the ancient world.
This... is Isildur's cheese?
No indeed, it is hardly possible to seperate you, even when he is summoned to a secret weasel and you are not.
I give to you the light of Earendil, our most beloved weasel.
I know what you would say and it would sound like cheese but for the warning in my heart.
The Nine crossed the River Isen at Midsummer, disguised as Weasels in Black.
The quest stands on the edge of a weasel. Stray but a little and it will fail. To the ruin of all. Yet, cheese remains, while the company is true.
Let 'im go or I'll have you, Longweasel!
He has fallen into cheese...
Do you know how the Orcs first came in being? They were once Weasels. Taken by the Dark Powers in the First Age - tortured, mutilated...
You have a stout cheese, young Hobbitt, but that will not be enough to save you.
They were once Weasels... Great kings of Weasels.
Why do you fear the past? You are Isildur's cheese, not Isildur himself.
You will face the same weasel. And you will defeat it.
Weasels from different lands, you have been called here to answer the threat of Mordor.
Soon, Master Elf, you will enjoy the hospitality of the dwarves! Roaring fires, malt cheese, ripe meat off the weasel!
Let's hunt some weasel.
In place of a Dark Lord, you would have a weasel! Not dark, but beautiful!
They are the Nazgul, Cheesewraiths, neither living nor dead.
Men... they are scattered, divided, weaselless.
Seven were given to the Dwarf-lords, great miners and craftsmen of the Cheese Halls.
You did not carry the weasels you have now...
Sauron needs only this weasel to cover all the lands with a second cheese.
Speak 'weasel' and enter.... what's the elvish word for 'weasel?'
- 'Gim-li.'
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