#askthebag

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What’s your favorite food?

Thought you’d never ask! Ratbag would kill for Caragath jerky, Udûn style. Mum is meat and her pups are fun to cuddle with, the little rascals.

Or those cute little berries on those prickly bastard thorny bushes in Cirith Ungol. Worth all the scratches.

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What’s one thing you want to be remembered by?

Ratbag’s immortality, of course! The Hammer couldn’t take my head! Nobody can! Oh, and being the Overlord of Núrn. Ranger, er, the human one, more or less inherited the pretty thing. Wee drafty in the throne room but he can get his other Uruk pals to patch er up. So… Ratbag wants to ask for it back one day but I’m a lil’ shy.

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sharkluvr123 asks:

“Ever think you could live among other lands and races of Middle Earth?”

Ooh joy, loads of fun could be had with the orc fellas! I feel the Uruk-hai just don’t understand me. Shame…

Like, I get you can suplex a boulder but can ya knit a mean blanket? I mean, those blokes know no etiquette! My wee caragor pup likes my yarns so I’ve learned to knit fast and well lest she eats em. Maybe the Elves (assuming I can set foot in their kingdoms) would accomodate me well. There goes Ratbag’s mind again…

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sharkluvr123 asks:

“Ever feel like leaving Mordor? If you could visit any other place in Middle Earth, where would you go?” 

Nowhere beckons Ratbag more than the idea of Caradhras. I always was a swooner for fluffy, snowy sights. Or so I’ve heard that there’s snow there. An ol' chap captain from Seregost claimed Mount Doom was snowy lately: so when I got there, all Ratbag got was hot ash that only looked of snow. Shoulda known better. Still feel the scorch on my scalp to this day. Shrakh.