ITHYRN LUIN: See them! Perturbed, minute human resources initially meet werewolf (minus the plosive).
SARUMAN: Near-murderer of chosen one shaken in tin.
T: Barmpot reverses, but in the midst, listen, and behold him!
AIWENDIL: Eat, lament, mingle – he’s eccentric and single!
ROMESTAMO: Fillies’ meeting is disturbed by this chap.
INCANUS: Pen fluid all over me and my mates, you hear? Does he care?
Edit: As Hamlet said, 'There are more things in heaven and earth than rotating saunas, Huinesoron.'
P.P.S. Mares' moot, Nerwen.