As requested, I have plugged my post into the middle of Squatter's and deleted it from Thenamir's, thus utterly confusing all readers and appropriately disrupting the flow of the text. I anticipate a troop of rabid placard bearing REBfans to protest these revisions for at least three minutes before becoming bored and seeking their true purposes in life (likely something to do with beer).
At any rate, who will take up the tale now and disconnect the King, steal the Thighs (causing the hall to fall upon all), and figure out how we are going to carry two such monstrous hunks of pulp along with us as we depart our beloved Improvas?
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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