waffling in Lothlorien, or, Time halted
We wait for no man but a sword and a lord, Thena. Esty and I are in conference about this little delay, as it depends not upon me, however much that save appears to have been made by me. In short, that rotter, Squatter.
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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