*Casually strolls into throne room like it’s some sort of public park, while carrying a bunch of ennourmous flat boxes* “Who ordered pizza? Brazilian sweet pizza? Pineapple pizza? Anchovy pizza?”

Melkor raises his fell hand three times.  

“What took so long? How hard is it to find the address on a Giant Volcano Fortress?? Sauron, tip the guy– An ingot? Two ingots? A slab of elf? What’s reasonable do you think?”

Sauron checks the clock. “They were five minutes late, my lord. Their offerings are now forfeit– allow them to escape with their life, and it will be a generous tip indeed.”

“Oh nice” quoth the scourge of Arda, “is the delivery guy forfeit too? Like legally is he considered an appetizer now?”

“I don’t see anything in their policy to say otherwise” replied the lieutenant.

The dark lord looks thrilled. “Well hot diggity dog” 

coolancientstuff:

hawaiiancoconut:

An olive tree at the Acropolis. 

This tree is supposedly a descendant of the original olive tree that occupied the same space by the Erechtheum in antiquity and was believed to be the original olive tree created by Athena during her contest with Poseidon to determine which god would rule Athens.

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