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VAN: Aragorn, Legolas and Eomer’s preferred mode of transport.
O: A Maia loses his way. Empty inkwell initially, and in confusion, here.
LEBETHRON: Trotsky swallows a little woman – and a little rum – to produce this.
UGLUK: He’s stuck in the middle of Britain, without an editor.
M: Here are twisted conduits and, we hear, a greater portion of seabird.
EMYN MUIL: Here is a citrus-flavoured quadruped? Sounds like it!
I: PLC equivalent here, with an article in the middle, reveals him.
I: Here’s complicated trigonometry! Such a bore - send it back!
Try treating 'empty' and 'inkwell' as separate elements.
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