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"My son, Nogrod! How is this possible, no, it can't be! Not my son, no, no, no. My favourite son! Noggie, oh, Noggie... I told you all I could about surviving and... And... *sob* What is this? You go and die inside our very own village. Unbelievable! How could you fail me so badly!! I would have disowned you if... if... if you weren't dead (no I wouldn't)!" Volo hugged his long staff and cried loudly. The cry soon turned into a caughing fit which continued with rasping sobs. From between his sobs an "I told you to look behind, Eomer, I did, but you wouldn't listen..." was heard.
He calmed down a bit when he saw the sons of morm. "Please, don't you die. You've shown great potential in surviving -even though your games are a bit too wild. Especially you, Cabbie, dating that Aganzir. Now her mother never cared about surviving. 'Surviving. Surviving... All you do is survive', she told me once. Bah, I say!"
"At least good Nerwen, my dear daughter knows something about staying alive", Volo smiled kindly at his devastated daughter. "But I really dislike you living right beside the gate out of the village, the wind blows fouly through the gate, they say. Humor your father, move to live with him. (I'd live longer myself too. It's a rule that living on one's own shortens life.)" He sighed.
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