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Honestly, I do wish to. And here
The hunter watches
Watches with vigil
At night and during day
I am his prey
There were creatures
Bigger than many dwellers here
Their treasures were great
One of them was given to me
The stronghold of old
Into our fortress we made
Where we took the stand bold
Against shadow and shade
Yet it ended badly for us
And the curse it brought
Upon me and the others
Or so we thought
Well, I edited the original to be more poetic.
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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.
Last edited by Urwen; 01-28-2017 at 12:52 PM.
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