Mithadan rose from his seat and sauntered over to Angara, who was greedily devouring her third pastie. He waited politely for her to finish, then spoke. "So my answer was close, but not exactly the word you are looking for? The answer is clearly not the past or yesterday or even today. But if it is not the 'future' then it must be something similar..... 'tomorrow' perhaps?"
Angara hissed with annoyance...
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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