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TRAHALD: See him where the deer runs back and the alder wood begins.
H: This thing seems to lisp about where some random bloke has been supine!
E: ‘Mere nothingness!’ He’s in Angst, sure, or turmoil at the least, but is he really such a nihilist?
T: Someone who complains when fasting will really come unstuck here.
W: Here, a healthy water meadow meets Meduseld, perhaps.
ORTHANC: ‘Alternatively, be gracious here,’ we heard.
T: A bad experience with caviar in the North? Well, somewhere. It’s appalling.
O: A biblical dude and an Amsterdam bloom get together – cacophonously – to trumpet its presence!
W: Desire good opinion here, despite losing an article in transition?
EMYN MUIL: Here comes an equine hybrid carrying stoat furs? Sounds like it … pretty much.
ROHAN: Here, with a cruel, gloating shout, they ended the Maid of Orléans - give or take a couple of vowels.
SHAGRAT: Mixed rag hats are his style, perhaps?
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