How big was Ancalagon the Black?
How bad does something have to be in order for a vicious, shape-shifting were-bear to call it savage?
When at last poor little Bilbo . . . poked his head out of the leaves he was nearly blinded . . . The sun was shining brightly . . . he saw all round him a sea of dark green ruffled here and there by the breeze. And there were hundreds [of]... Continue Reading →