^ ^ ^ ^ Erebor/ Lonely Mountain ^ ^ ^ ^
With a crash and a ringing clang, Girion and Orodan ran between the dwarves.
Great Mahal... shouted Stonehelm and Frain, of almost one breath. Khazak... they started to yell and then realized what war was being prepared for. With a further yell, they ran pell mell into the elf and man of Dale. A good, hearty, friendly rumble was just the way to start the trip down river.
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I’ll sing his roots off. I’ll sing a wind up and blow leaf and branch away.
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