This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down.
What is it?
Did we say so, precious? Show the nassty little Baggins the way out, yes, yes. But what has it got in its pocketses eh? Not string, precious, bt not nothing. Oh no! gollum!
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