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1. Bold grey takes direction for her.
2. Sauron’s speciality loses humanity for a flower.
3. Lament mingles with horse colour. Loses note but adds direction, for a sombre portal.
4. Leaf mingles with crude fertiliser, but the result is high and Noldorin.
CELEBDIL: Old English chill mingles with bitter liquid, but loses note at the peak.
6. Hesitate, know, mark him.
7. Here interweave many tales, if French direction meets the Aylesbury rockers.
8. Quaint tile around the mountain.
Both close enough for a cigar. It's actually Old English CEALD for cold - I started the clue with 'Old English cold,' but thought chill flowed better in the 'sense' of the sentence, and 'chill' can be synonymous with 'cold.' So CEALD mixes with BILE and loses the A.
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