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Originally Posted by Urwen
Your explanation is correct.
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Awesome.
This one's been percolating in my mind for a week or two:
At the first we stood high on the slopes,
Watching waiting as the wanderer climbed.
One of us watched the dance in the dark,
Held the haggard hero lest he fall.
And one strode swift through gentle hills,
Great gait drawing the gaze of passer-by.
But at the last we fell, frail and weak:
The master may have mourned us, if he learned.
"Not very good, perhaps, but to the point," as Bilbo says (that's not a clue).
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