At college, we were sitting on the porch of our dorm when someone offered me a dollar to say something in the Black Speech, the language of Mordor, from Lord of the Rings. As soon as I did, the previously sunny, cloudless day darkened, it started to rain, and a bunch of crows flocked to the tree in front of the porch. We screamed, "CREBAIN FROM DUNLAND!" and ran inside. Best. Day. Ever.
When we told our Tolkien professor, he just shook his head and told us that we should have known better than to speak in the black speech out loud. He looked genuinely disappointed with us.
When we told our Tolkien professor, he just shook his head and told us that we should have known better than to speak in the black speech out loud. He looked genuinely disappointed with us.