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Eönwë was being dragged across the floor, and forced into a chair in the dining area. Some drink was poured down his throat. At first he thought it was some alcoholic beverage, but as the liquid entered his body, energy coursed through his veins- he was ready to take the day as it came.
"This must be Miruvor!" he shouted. The people opposite looked at him strangely, and he hadn't realised he had made such a sudden loud outburst, and thought that they were doubtful about the nature of the drink, and said "Well, it is a Middle-Earth themed house..."
Then he sat up straight, and said "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go"
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