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Brother mine, up above
Brother mine, down below
Sundered are we
Till everything crumbles to dust
Our father's pride
We awed many
Till evil took us
Into the darkness
Brother mine, up above
You had been freed
Yet so were we
Though much later than you were
Brother mine, up above
Brother mine, down below
When the world is remade
We shall meet again
Oh yeah. This might be my best riddle yet.
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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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