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GET OUT!
Lithmîrë’s dark grey eyes flew open at the soft touch of the inquisitive Elf.
Bad enough the body is beset by His foul minions. Yet worse the breach of mind and spirit by the Master. But worse than all is to be dishonored by one’s own.
Stay out, young one. I do not appreciate your curiosity or require your aid.
He paused for a moment, her unguarded thoughts spilling out.
And it seems you have problems of your own.
As quickly, he turned away from her thoughts. Getting up, he moved away from her, seeking a quiet place to rest.
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In the twilight of autumn the ship sailed out of Mithlond,until the seas of the Bent World fell away beneath it,& the winds of the round sky troubled it no more,& borne upon the high airs above the mists of the world it passed into the Ancient West…
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