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Okay. For the New Year, let us move to Beleriand.
We arrive together with Fëanor and his sons. We pass through Lammoth and stop on the very southern end of Ered Lómin. And from here, from the camps and firelights in cold New Year's night we have to set on our path eastwards to reach the place we want to move to.
Have fun.
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"Should the story say 'he ate bread,' the dramatic producer can only show 'a piece of bread' according to his taste or fancy, but the hearer of the story will think of bread in general and picture it in some form of his own." -On Fairy-Stories
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