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| From: | Ochieng Haskell |
| Subject: | [Ci-development] oaiac good |
| Date: | Wed, 21 Jun 2006 06:40:51 -0700 |
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Hi
son of Thrain, King under the Mountain? This time he was answered. A tall man stood forward, dark of hair and grim of face, and he cried: Hail Thorin! Why do you fence yourself like a robber in his hold? We are not yet foes, and we rejoice that you are alive beyond our hope. We came expecting to find none living here; yet now that we are met there is matter for a parley and a council. |
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