jueves, 3 de mayo de 2007


listening: Big Boy[Mis Ojos Lloran Por Tí]

Oh, but you are alone. Who knows what you have spoken to the darkness, alone, in the bitter watches of the night, when all your life seems to shrink, the walls of your bower closing in about you, a hutch to trammel some wild thing in? So fair, yet so cold like a morning of pale Spring still clinging to Winter's chill.

Son of Thengel, too long have you sat in the shadows.
Hearken to me! I release you from the spell.

Hahahhhahahahah! You have no power here, Gandalf the Grey!


I will draw you, Saruman, as poison is drawn from a wound.

If I go. . . Théoden dies.

You did not kill me, you will not kill him!

Rohan is mine!

Be gone!!

I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor. Go back to the shadow. The dark fire will not avail you, flame of Udun! You shall not pass!

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