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From: | Ita Callaghan |
Subject: | [Directvnc-user] xanew good |
Date: | Wed, 21 Jun 2006 23:06:14 -0700 |
Hi
Yellowing bracken, fallen branches, deep-piled pine-needles, and here
and there dead trees, were soon in flames. All round the clearing of the Wargs fire was leaping. But the wolf-guards did not leave the trees. Maddened and angry they were leaping and howling round the trunks, and cursing the dwarves in their horrible language, with their tongues hanging out, and their eyes shining as red and fierce as the flames. |
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