“Welcome to Lornadoon,” said Lavalier, rising slowly to her feet, and it seemed to the company that she was as fair as a young sapling or scrub oak. She had magnificent chestnut hair, and when she shook her head, handfuls of magnificent chestnuts dropped to the floor like rain. Frito toyed with the Ring and wondered at her great beauty.
“I see, Frito,” she said, “that as you toy with the Ring, you wonder at my great beauty.”
- Bored of the Rings, Harvard Lampoon
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