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ANCALIME: Minor Shakespearean lass loses her head twice to join a citrus fruit for her.
PELENDUR: Swingy bit of clock loses hesitation, gains direction and note, and moves about a bit to reveal him.
ALDARION: Tolkien exclaims, elvishly, and creates him from a muddle?
NUNETH: She’s found in an unethical situation.
OHTAR: Oh, thanks, we hear for him!
NARMACIL: He sounds a bit like a sort of weedkiller, but exclusively for banana plants!
ARAGORN: Giant spider – mutilated, then nursed? Now see him: whole, and regal.
RAGNOR: That toerag Norman is hiding him, I swear!
All done - and I think the floor is Huinesoron's?
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