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-Not yet. -Soon enough.

Who we will always be.

[Harfoots screaming]

-[screaming] -[grunting]

Sing to me, sing to me Lands far away

[groans] Aulë's beard! Enough with the quail sauce.

Through cold and through frost

and swear fealty to their commander.

Through cold and through frost

lift them up, and give them the king they've long awaited.

When all this has ended, Elves will take orders from us.

Who among you will stand and fight?

Khazad and Noldor.

-Actually... -[grunts]

until we are but shadows,

Your sorrow cannot ease my pain.

A fairly lavish apology, which Ontamo, of course,

[people chattering excitedly]

I do not intend to let mine slip away on the basis of mere hope.

-[all gasping] -[growling]

Oh, rise up and guide me This wandering day

I have fought for centuries, seeking to earn mine.

How could this be for Númenor?

In so doing, I would not wish to offend our guest.

[creatures screeching in distance]

When all other senses sleep,

-[clinks] -[thunder rumbling]

Now please bring me with you.

Report to the horsemaster.

Sing! Come on, sing.

-Father. -[Elendil] Isildur.

Why didn't he stop this?

If the hope of preventing that is not reason enough

No lasting peace in any path,

You used me. After I all but begged you to let me be.

This was clearly an attempt to kindle your doubts, Queen Regent.

-[Elves grunt] -[Prince Durin chuckles, clears throat]

[softly] The tunnel is complete, my lord.

Are you familiar with The Song of the Roots of Hithaeglir?

Lord Durin, I should like to commend you.

to our honored dead.

Your loyalty to the Dwarf is admirable.

[Elendil] Hold your ground, Ontamo.

[Waldreg] Stand and fight?

I have no doubt, come time, he will do his part.

Bright isle filled with grace...

-This is about uniform. -Horseman's Guild?