THROR'S MAP: Initially ruby red hot spam in a mélange shows directions.
HUGGINS: An affectionate chap, this Bill.
ESGAROTH: Exclamation jars out here.
HOBBITON: Nothing for Pony waiter who’s lost weight? See what a muddle there is here!
OAKENSHIELD: Oh Mr Branagh, protect us! Hear him! See him!
BEORN: Gallant and brave, but confused, and with a liquid shift.
BARD: He’s all about this undergarment and its cup size!
IMLADRIS: Haradrim lad rises to the challenge. See the place within!
TRAHALD: French betrayal without care meets a mixed-up boy for this chap.
Exactly so. Shift from one liquid to another.
And over to Galadriel!
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