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From: | Dudel Cardon |
Subject: | [epsilon-announce] filibe 9919 |
Date: | Mon, 29 May 2006 03:10:27 -0700 |
Hi,
T r & m a d o I
M e R / D / A V A L / u M S O m & A m o x / c i I l / n A m B / E N V / a G R A C i A L / S L e V / T R A X & n a x P R O z & C intervals like the spokes of a wheel. Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, and Thorin were in another. Dwalin and Balin had swarmed up a tall slender fir with few branches and were trying to find a place to sit in the greenery of the topmost boughs. Gandalf, who was a good deal taller than the others, had found a tree into which they could not climb, a large pine standing at the very edge of the glade. He was quite hidden in its boughs, but |
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