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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Fortunately, for this way they were saved from hearing the Troll's harsh language, that could have imbalanced their righteous souls.
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The Pearl, The Lily Maid
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Unfortunately, they couldn't hear or see anything, and Pippin kept bumping into walls.
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Jul 2004
Location: Pennsylvania, WtR, passed Sarn Gebir: Above the rapids (1239 miles) BtR, passed Black Rider Stopping Place (31 miles)
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Fortunately Sauron showed them the way out
(assuring them, with the wink of an eye, that the way was perfectly safe).
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Ghost Prince of Cardolan
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: In hospitals, call rooms and (rarely) my apartment.
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Unfortunately, given that Sauron was still a big firey eye, he shut off when he blinked.
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The Pearl, The Lily Maid
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Fortunately, Pippen's nose was by now so swollen it was giving off its own light, like Rudolph's.
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Shade of Carn Dûm
Join Date: Oct 2002
Location: Tossing half-sick between grotesque reality and savage, frightening dreams
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Unfortunately, Ghan-buri-Ghan showed up and chopped off Pippin's nose.
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The Pearl, The Lily Maid
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Fortunately, nobody had to hear him scream.
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Flame of the Ainulindalë
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Unfortunately, losing your hearing doesn't deprive your sense of touch. The warm blood that burst everywhere over their faces, made the Fellowship even more mentally imbalanced, than the actual troll-swearings could have done.
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