We left this place after marching and countermarching back and forward some days.

I love the smell of fresh bread.

Swum ashore, man, like a duck. I can swim like a duck, I'll be sworn.

“OK, can we go back now?” asked their guide and expert on the underground, whose restless eyes implied that he was on the edge of panic. “I for one am not venturing a step further into this Mordor.”