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 | | Oropher's back was to him; long, tawny hair gleaming in Lorinand's dappled sunlight, shoulders set in disapproval beneath a jerkin of finely tooled green leather. |
 | | Oropher's son, Thranduil, sat cross-legged on a low branch of yew close by, applying himself to the cheese and bread and cold meats of the picnic, yet radiating a sense of attentiveness, like a fox with its ears pricked. |
 | | Oropher was combative by nature, and Celeborn, who could be tranquil as the night, would still only take so much ere he also turned to attack. |
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