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"As my Lady and my charge have accepted this from you," Angóre said softly, disapproval coloring every word, "I shall do so as well. But I do not know what you expect us to find. I do not believe we shall find any food fit for Elves or Men down these long-abandoned shafts of the Naugrim. Like as not, we will only find dust, or other pathetic creatures as desperate as ourselves and as hungry. Tell me, Belegorn of the Rearguard, why do you ask us to take the lead in the search?"
Belegorn repeated his explanation of Eldar senses, and Angóre chuckled mirthlessly. "I assure you, captain, I have no craft to lead us through such gnawings and worm-holes as these. Mayhap we can catch some small and unwary denizen of these holes, if indeed they are not utterly abandoned as I believe, but we would do better to mark our path carefully and retrace than rely on the senses of the Eldar to escape these wretched mines."
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