"Tinúviel! Tinúviel!
Still unafraid the birds now dwell
and sing on boughs amid the snow
where Lúthien and Beren go."

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Will Graham: My thoughts are often not tasty .
Hannibal Lecter: Nor mine. No effective barriers.
Will: I build forts .
Hannibal: Associations come quickly.
Will: So do forts.
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Hannibal: I imagine what you see and learn touches everything else in your mind. Your values and decency are present, yet shocked at your associations-- appalled at your dreams. No forts in the bone arena of your skull for things you love .
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"You spend a lot of time building walls, Hannibal. It's natural to want to see if someone is clever enough to climb over them. "
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"The world was fair, the mountains tall,
In Elder days before the fall
Of mighty kings in Nargothrond
And Gondolin, who now beyond
The Western Seas have passed away:
The world was fair in Durin's Day.
...
Unwearied then were Durin's folk;
Beneath the mountains music woke:
The harpers harped, the minstrels sang,
And at the gates the trumpets rang.

The world is grey, the mountains old,
The forge's fire is ashen-cold;
No harp is wrung, no hammer falls:
The darkness dwells in Durin's halls;
The shadow lies upon his tomb
In Moria, in Khazad-dûm.
But still the sunken stars appear
In dark and windless Mirrormere;
There lies his crown in water deep
Till Durin wakes again from sleep."

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"There long the golden leaves have grown upon the branching years,
While here beyond the Sundering Seas now falls the Elven-tears.

O Lórien! The Winter comes, the bare and leafless Day;
The leaves are falling in the stream, the River flows away.
O Lórien! Too long I have dwelt upon this Hither Shore
And in a fading crown have twined the golden elanor.
But if of ships I now should sing, what ship would come to me,
What ship would bear me ever back across so wide a Sea?"

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"'My feet hath fate, O king,' he said,
'here over the mountains bleeding led,
and what I sought not I have found,
and love it is hath here me bound.
Thy dearest treasure I desire;
nor rocks nor steel nor Morgoth's fire
nor all the power of Elfinesse
shall keep that gem I would possess.
For fairer than are born to Men
A daughter has thou, Lúthien.'
...
'Fairest of Elves! Unhappy Men,
children of little lords and kings
mortal and frail, these fading things,
shall they then look with love on thee?'
his heart within him thought, 'I see
thy ring,' he said, 'O mighty man!
But to win the child of Melian
a father's deeds shall not avail,
nor thy proud words at which I quail.
A treasure dear I too desire,
but rocks and steel and Morgoth's fire
from all the powers of Elfinesse
do keep the jewel I would possess.
Yet bonds like these I hear thee say
affright thee not. Now go thy way!
Bring me one shining Silmaril
from Morgoth's crown, then if she will,
may Lúthien set her hand in thine;
then shalt thou have this jewel of mine."

/

Take the boat, swear to me never to tell
(Too long he's preyed on us, but now we know)
the secret you know of the Angel in Hell!
(The Phantom of the Opera is here, deep down below!)
Go now! Go now and leave me!~