Hiding somewhere in the caves, Aragorn wonders how long the Uruk-Hai will take to realize that the "army" waiting on the walls is really a host of cardboard standups.
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The seasons fall like silver swords, the years rush ever onward; and soon I sail, to leave this world, these lands where I have wander'd. O Elbereth! O Queen who dwells beyond the Western Seas, spare me yet a little time 'ere white ships come for me!
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