And so it came to pass that on a time Aragorn, tiring of errantry in the company of Elladan and Elrohir, wandered through the pinewoods of Rivendell and did espy an elven maiden. "Luthien! Luthien!" he called, for indeed did she seem the twin of Tinuviel of ancient days, the most fair of the children of Illuvatur ever to walk upon this Middle Earth. The maiden replied "why call'st thou 'Luthien' ? For I am Arwen, daughter of Master Elrond. Grim and travel-stained dost thou appear but of fair and noble birth thou art, I deem".
"Pssst", qouth Aragorn, son of Arathorn and descendant of mighty Isildur and Elendil, "Wanna look in my matchbox?"
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Rumil of Coedhirion
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