Give with a free hand, but give only of your own.
Then suddenly out of the gloom came a sharp hiss. ‘What has it got in its pocketses?’
Fealty with love, Valor with honor, oathbreaking with vengeance.
And he smote the Balrog upon the mountainside.
The praise of the praiseworthy is above all rewards.
Faithless is he that says farewell when the road darkens.
Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!
Do Not Sell My Personal Information
Exercise your consumer rights by contacting us below Privacy Policy
Personalized advertisements
Turning this off will opt you out of personalized advertisements delivered from Google on this website.