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[Huinesoron]

L ittleheart - Each of his tales contains a small core of truth.
O arni - Their blade twists in the deep waters; it does not heed the foam above.
S olosimpi - Each began alone, but their simple tunes grew together.
T inwelint - "It's like steel wool," said the king, "but worse, and pre-cut for us."
T evildo - From scourge of the north to a whisper in the dark, the prince's sad fate.
A lalminórë - Twice walled in mithril (well, almost), a small region of fair woodlands.
L impë - Like miruvor, it's pathetic, eh?
E riol - Hesitant, the sailor erratically greased his boat.

[Theme: Abandoned/Changed Words from the BoLT]

And there we have it. Tin lint, cut or split by 'we' (as in us).

Back to you, I believe.

hS