A rider, dressed in the livery of the Thain, entered the Inn. The young Hobbit raced up to the bar and addressed the barkeep. "I've an urgent message for Master Dwarin. Sir, if you see him, please tell him he is needed in Mod Gorthad at his earliest convenience."
With that, the messenger seized a glass of ale, drained it in a single draught, and raced for the door.
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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