Where iss it, where iss it: my Precious, my Precious? It's ours, it is, and we wants it. The thieves, the thieves, the filthy little thieves. Where are they with my Precious? Curse them! We hates them.
J. R. R. TolkienAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: January 3, 1892
- Died: September 2, 1973
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