The night and morning before the extermination. Cutting it close, aren't we?
Pio, please take us to the caverns and the initial meetings with the imprisoned Hobbits and as far beyond as you deem appropriate. The only clothes which Mith could find which might fit him were uniforms, singularly inappropriate for gaining the trust of the Hobbits. He'll be in the clothes from the assault on the Numenorean vessel. But he'll have washed his hands by then.... [img]smilies/tongue.gif[/img]
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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