Mithadan growled at Mistress Rose and drew a knife from a sheath on his hip. "Consider carefully young lady," he said. "For if you will not aid us, then Miss. Baggins you are baggage to be discarded at the first opportunity!"
The Blue Wizard Alatar laughed evilly and prodded Rose with his staff. "Then, Miss. Bag, stay still and trouble us not. Perhaps we will carry you a bit farther. But if you stir, you will not live to see the grand reunions which will soon occur. We go to meet my brother Pallandro and your foolish friends and then you may find us less gentle!"
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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