"Come...Azir," said Mithadan as he stretch a hand out to her. "You know our errand here and you know what we will do once we return to our home. Ch...Nitir will be fine. And we will come back to get her and the others here. Come quickly, for we can wait no longer." He smiled at the young Hobbit, a smile which appeared in the midst of a face smudged with soot and grime.
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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