Let us go through the gap of Rohan! Moria is clearly overrun with goblins and who knows what else, otherwise we would have heard from my cousin Balin at some point in the last quarter century
>tell me where is Gandalf? For I very much desire to mime with him. I can no longer see him from across the marketplace. >Gandalf the Black and White did not pass the borders of this square. He has fallen into lapsed permits and litigation.
Lole
They are the Nazgul...Ringwraiths. Neither mimes nor clowns.
>tell me where is Gandalf? For I very much desire to mime with him. I can no longer see him from across the marketplace. >Gandalf the Black and White did not pass the borders of this square. He has fallen into lapsed permits and litigation.
RoP was the worse goyslop ever conceived in the minds of the most degenerate ~~*media creators*~~ and that you even half like it means you are beyond redemption.
>It is in mimes that we must place our hope >Mimes... mimes are weak >The race of mimes is failing >The blood of the mimenor is all but spent >I was there Gandalf >I was there the day the strength of mimes failed
https://vocaroo.com/1iHvgMcO0kid >Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! Fal lal the willow! >Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling! >Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight, >Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,
There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter, >Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water.
Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing >Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o! >Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!
Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away! >Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day.
Tom's going home again water-lilies bringing. >Hey! Come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?
Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle! >Tom's going on ahead candles for to kindle.
Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping. >When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open,
Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow. >Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow!
Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes on before you. >Hey now! merry dol! We'll be waiting for you!
Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties! >Hobbits! Ponies all! We are fond of parties.
Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together!
>Now let the song begin! Let us sing together!
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather, >Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather,
Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather, >Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water:
Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!
They mimed crossing the river Eisen on midsummer's eve. Dressed as mimes in black.
They will find the Ring....and mime killing the one who carries it.
“Dressed in robes of white and black.”
FTFY
DUDUDUDUDUN
Never rub another mans
They call it a MIME
what orders from Mordor my lord? what does the Mime command...
Mime me an army worthy of Mordor
Let us go through the gap of Rohan! Moria is clearly overrun with goblins and who knows what else, otherwise we would have heard from my cousin Balin at some point in the last quarter century
Your counsel is appreciated as always, Ilmig.
There is only one lord of the mimes, and he does not share power!
the mimes?
Kek
Lole
Top kek
Lel
Mimes... mimes in the deep
>tell me where is Gandalf? For I very much desire to mime with him. I can no longer see him from across the marketplace.
>Gandalf the Black and White did not pass the borders of this square. He has fallen into lapsed permits and litigation.
They were once men.
They were once mimes.
They are the Nazgul...Ringwraiths. Neither mimes nor clowns.
>Soon, he will become a mime like them
Let us go through the Mimes of Moria
Let the Ring Mimer decide
>What is that?
>Nothing, it's just a whiff of clowns
>actually it's pronounce Jandalf
um nope, sorry try again sweaty 🙂
umm excuse me, do you have permission to post this image that we from the Tolkien Society have a copyright for?
Here is my permission
*grabs crotch*
Gandalf? Gandalf....? Oooooh, yes, Gandalf, elderly chap. Black and white makeup, little gloves.
>Around here he is known as spider
Replaying Battle for Middle Earth and hearing Christopher Lee's narration is top tier
The full sound track is brettygud too.
Being able to keep Boromir alive was such a cool option.
God that game is soo fricking good
qrd on this epic new mime meme?
It's mime, not "meme".
I can't mime it for you, but I can mime you
Arise, arise, mimers of Theoden!
rop was a 6/10 not as bad as you fricking nogs made it seem
LOTR was a 10/10
That's the problem
>I like crap
Thanks for sharing
RoP was the worse goyslop ever conceived in the minds of the most degenerate ~~*media creators*~~ and that you even half like it means you are beyond redemption.
>It comes in pints? I'm miming one
*starts pretending to drink from a giant barrel*
>It is in mimes that we must place our hope
>Mimes... mimes are weak
>The race of mimes is failing
>The blood of the mimenor is all but spent
>I was there Gandalf
>I was there the day the strength of mimes failed
He mimed a little tumble over the cliff
>Can you mime, master hobbit?
>Come, mime me a mime
Master Mime
MIME
SEE
YOU
https://vocaroo.com/1iHvgMcO0kid
>Hey dol! merry dol! ring a dong dillo!
Ring a dong! hop along! Fal lal the willow!
>Tom Bom, jolly Tom, Tom Bombadillo!
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! My darling!
>Light goes the weather-wind and the feathered starling.
Down along under Hill, shining in the sunlight,
>Waiting on the doorstep for the cold starlight,
There my pretty lady is, River-woman's daughter,
>Slender as the willow-wand, clearer than the water.
Old Tom Bombadil water-lilies bringing
>Comes hopping home again. Can you hear him singing?
Hey! Come merry dol! derry dol! and merry-o!
>Goldberry, Goldberry, merry yellow berry-o!
Poor old Willow-man, you tuck your roots away!
>Tom's in a hurry now. Evening will follow day.
Tom's going home again water-lilies bringing.
>Hey! Come derry dol! Can you hear me singing?
Hop along, my little friends, up the Withywindle!
>Tom's going on ahead candles for to kindle.
Down west sinks the Sun: soon you will be groping.
>When the night-shadows fall, then the door will open,
Out of the window-panes light will twinkle yellow.
>Fear no alder black! Heed no hoary willow!
Fear neither root nor bough! Tom goes on before you.
>Hey now! merry dol! We'll be waiting for you!
Hey! Come derry dol! Hop along, my hearties!
>Hobbits! Ponies all! We are fond of parties.
Now let the fun begin! Let us sing together!
>Now let the song begin! Let us sing together!
Of sun, stars, moon and mist, rain and cloudy weather,
>Light on the budding leaf, dew on the feather,
Wind on the open hill, bells on the heather,
>Reeds by the shady pool, lilies on the water:
Old Tom Bombadil and the River-daughter!
he didn't say that