Mithadan hangs head in shame and shambles up to the podium. A group of people look on expectantly. The counsellor says, "Go on..."
"Ok, my name is Mithadan and...I didn't see The Two Towers. There! I said it! Man do I feel better."
Various members of the crowd: "Get the rail." "Who has the feathers?" The cauldron of tar bubbles ominously...
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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