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Vilhjalmr neath the gates of Erebor.

Once he returns to his home far cross the mountains, he shall not acquiant with the same echoing laughter and loud singing down the great lake, as he remembers leaving it. Nay the ringing bell is which is to flow downstream. His hair grown long from his journey and braided for battle, he must take up shield and coat of mail and stand shoulder to shoulder with his kin.

 

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