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Liornung's gaze rested often on the easterling in elvish garb, and Mellonin watched with interest. But she was the more confused, as he kept insisting "Mellon Amroth."
"What do you mean by that? Do you mean that my brother is Amroth, or that Amroth is Mellon?" she asked.
"Nethwador mellon Amroth."
Mellonin only looked more confused, and Bella spoke. "His Sindarin is lacking, but his friendship with Amroth was not. He speaks of his own heart."
"You knew him?" asked Mellonin.
"We all did. But please, " said Bella, "let us not continue to speak of him as if he were dead!"
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