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I got this feeling on the summer day looking at Erebor.
I rode my elk up to the ridge. I watched, I let it burn.
I threw a dwarf into a sack and pushed it down the stairs.
I rode my elk up to the ridge.
I don’t care, I love it.
I don’t care.
You’re on the Elven road, I shut my palace gates. You want the Arkenstone, but, Thorin, I can wait.
Bilbo’s creeping about and Smaug is mega rich. You’re from the Lonely Mount, but I’m a Mirkwood bitch.
I’m sorry. This isn’t a tweet but…