"Noh, NOH!"
Turgon snarled in his sleep under his wet beard.
"Stay away yer stincking ratszzzz...."
He gave a large snork, then continued to sleep in all his merry.
"STAY AWAY!"
He suddenly yelled and got half way up, for a moment opening his eyes, half awake, half asleep. He then fell asleep again, half standing. He collapsed together and hit the corner of the table, the mug tipped over and hit the floor with a crash, before the dwarf roll over onto the floor, continuing his sleep.
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"You cannot pass. I am a servant of the Secret Fire, wielder of the flame of Anor!"
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