MORIQUENDI: What, in Latin? A city and an element. In turmoil, dark ones are revealed
AREDHEL: Cured, with a direction? She is there.
EOL: The Young one loses way, and he is found
GONDOLIN: Here, a confused mafia boss is within slang in a spin.
LOMION: Mix four elements and see him.
IDRIL: Close the lid. Rile everyone up. See her within.
NAN ELMOTH: Here, a toxic alcohol gains direction.
Congrats. Over to you.
P.S: Please wipe this puzzle from your memory.
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Tuor: Yeah, it was me who broke [Morleg's] arm. With a wrench. Specifically, this wrench.
I am suffering from Maeglinomaniacal Maeglinophilia.
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