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Last remnant of the fallen line
Lost in the rivers of time
A crafty soul, like my grandfather
My courage will never falter
The one I trusted deceived me
Which I could plainly see
In secret I used my craft
And with that, the die was cast
Why did I do this, you ask
Knowing it would mean my death?
In truth, I was up for this last task
Knowing that I'll join my family once I drew my final breath
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Tuor: Yeah, it was me who broke [Morleg's] arm. With a wrench. Specifically, this wrench.
I am suffering from Maeglinomaniacal Maeglinophilia.
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