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 | | Eorl found that he was tired, the excitement of celebration wearing off, and he walked to the dark bed, shedding his formal outer attire and boots as he went. |
 | | Eorl bowed stiffly; serving a servant of the enemy, no matter for what ulterior purpose was still an affront to his deeply ingrained sense of loyalty and honesty. |
 | | Eorl, sensing a losing interest, quickly added, “Well, ever since I was
erm
since
er
my family were killed by the
Gondorian barbarians, I have greatly
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admired the man, well, wraith, who destroyed their mighty North Kingdom.” “Well, yes, it was rather a good show, wasn’t it?” the Witch King really quite enjoyed this bit of flattery. |
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