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Hmmm. Maybe Tharonwe's innate eeerminess is what drives Nimrodel to one last, desperate plunge into the mind of the blacksmith, to see if there is a stream-song there. And she discovers a golden king.
Could work.
Where's alak? We need something from Erebemlin.
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...down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer's eve.
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