"Beren was enchanted by the soft, beautiful music and the enchanting dancing of the elven maiden. He called her, shouting "Tuniviel", but she ran. He gave chase, but she ran as swift as a fowl in flight from a hunter. She hid in the long grass, and Beren looked for her in vain. Then fate interviened, and his arm brushed hers, and she turned. Their eyes met...
'UGGHHH YUCK YUCK YUCK!' cried Beren in disgust"
You never know...
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Utúlie'n aurë! Aiya Eldalië ar Atanatári, utúlie'n aurë! The day has come! Behold people of the Eldar and Fathers of Men, the day has come!
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