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“You speak evil of that which is fair beyond the reach of your thought, and only little wit can excuse you”

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J. R. R. Tolkien
J. R. R. Tolkien

J.R.R. Tolkien was an English writer, best known for his fantasy literature, most notably The Lord of the Rings trilogy and The Hobbit. His works have had a profound impact on modern fantasy literature. more

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