Estelyn smiled as she looked around the Barrow - the party may not have been so crowded as in bygone years, but those who came were true friends, dear to her heart. She had abandoned her post at the door and was enjoying the food, whirling as many wights as she could in time to the music, and generously distributing hugs all 'round. It is strange to feel so alive when you're dead! she thought.
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'Mercy!' cried Gandalf. 'If the giving of information is to be the cure of your inquisitiveness, I shall spend all the rest of my days in answering you. What more do you want to know?' 'The whole history of Middle-earth.. .'
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