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Legolas: Ah, Elmerf, I have dyed you an ordinary, unassuming color that thou mayest deliver mine message unto the wild cave-hares in the troll-fells. Fail me not, for the very fate of the Elven Kingdom in Mirkwood depends on thee.
Gollum: A coney! *snap*
Or...
The true, yet sad and romantic, fate of Elmerf and Yosmitė. A hobbit's stew.
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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