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Uglúk's talk was not the type that Dáin wanted to here. Clearly the Urúk's thirst for action was greater than even his own. He observed Elladen tightly clamping the hilt of his sword, it looked like it might get bloody indeed.
"Curve your tongue Uglúk," Dáin barked. "Try to controll that brutal Orc nature of yours, you are among decent people now. You are loyal to Saruman I have no doubt, but why should we believe you to be innocent? Your thirst for blood is great perhaps too great!"
Dáin than laughed out loud, "Well, one good thing has come out of this: we can no longer hear Bombadil's singing! Come he is far ahead of us, let us hasten to him."
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I heard the bells on Christmas Day. Their old, familiar carols play. And wild and sweet the words repeatof peace on earth, good-will to men!
~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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