"Oh no, not again," muttered Taradan. Guthrin did not seem to know when to quit. Some day the fool would get himself killed, but it wouldn't be this one.
"Thenamir, come quick, there is trouble brewing between Dwarin and Guthrin!"
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Rohan
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not whither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.
-The Riddle of Strider
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