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because it needs a wee while to set before he's home.

You're off the Sea Guard!

-We are doing everything we can. -Well, I'm not!

I found it! It's a boy! He has the hilt!

You are to be shipped back to the Elves under armed escort. Tonight.

I was proud and stubborn and I was wrong.

Then we ought not to keep them. [sighs]

One would almost think it suspicious.

Isn't that odd? [breathing heavily]

[woman whispers] Isildur...

-There might be more food. -[sighs]

[door creaking]

Cease trying to convince me to leave this island an you have a deal.

There was unease.

Either he's avoiding me or he's... he's hiding something.

-Alive. All of them alive. -[sighs]

and convinced the Valar to join the war and vanquish Morgoth.

and you gallop off to our countryside to steal ancient scrolls

[Orcs grunt respectfully]

[rumbling, scraping]

Our ships will depart in ten days.

You know of what I speak.

[Tar-Palantir groans] Míriel.

The real problem is him. And that's not going anywhere.

-the confines of our own race? -[Dwarves grunt]

The Queen Regent has rendered her decision.

That garbage your brother used to spew, again!

-[thuds] -[exclaims]

Cease comparing me to a horse.

Woods are all bare. Animals are all fled.

The Valar gifted us this isle in a day of virtue.

proclaiming that we'd provoked the anger of the Valar,

Lucky my future queen could convince a water rat to wear a mink coat.

Going, staying, what does it matter? [panting]

-Two of 'em. -Two of 'em. Yes, I know.

-[woman] I'm so hungry! -[man] Stop pushing!

I welcome you as a guest,

-[grunts] -[exclaims]

[sighs, whispers] Durin.

[Orc shouting in distance]