Notes needed for a smooth reading:
-"Speaking" = Elvish | Speaking = letters in Elvish | "speaking word speaking" = emphasized word | single words or expressions = translation at the end of the chapter | 🎵 music lyric 🎵 = song being sung
- "Speaking" = Fairynia (language of the Fairies and includes animals[regular or magical]) | Speaking = letters in Fairynia | single words = translation at the end of the chapter | "🪄Magic spell🪄" = spells either in the Common tongue or Fairynia | "speaking '🪄magic spell🪄' speaking" = saying the spell as a means to explain it, it does not activate it again
- "Speaking" = Common tongue | "Speaking" = talking through mind | 'Speaking' = thoughts | "'Speaking'" = repeating something another person said (e.g "...quite a while to get here.../... 'quite a while to get here.'") | "speaking 'word' speaking" = using a word or expression to describe something that is but isn't (e.g "...the Fairy... took the 'skies'..." the "sky" refers to the "ceiling" of an underground city)
-"Speaking" = talking through magical jewelry
-"Speaking" or "speaking 'word' speaking" = weapon or potion name
-"Speaking" = Black speech of Mordor
Almárëa
Upon hearing the horn, I knew instantly who had come to save us without even knowing. We stood still and paid close attention to the commotion happening right above our heads to try and see if we would be discovered once again. Suddenly, an Orc came tumbling down through the cranny we came in from, only it appeared the filth was not moving at all. Thorin cautiously approached the horrid creature and took the arrow that was lodged in its cruel heart.
"Elves." the Dwarf King says with such animosity and distaste in his voice after taking a brief look at the arrowhead and throwing it away to the ground. Almost like it was poison to him before looking up to Gandalf, practically demanding an explanation from the Wizard.
'I am beginning to think that this particular Dwarf is not very bright and does not think at all.' I muse to myself watching this unfold before my eyes 'First he asks a Hobbit if he has done much fighting when it is common knowledge that Hobbits are folk who haven't looked at a weapon, much less picked up one, in centuries. And now, he is basically demanding and ordering an explanation from a Wizard, when it is also common knowledge that they will not give you a straight answer.'
"I cannot see where the pathway leads." informs Dwalin before turning to the Company "Do we follow it or not?"
"Follow it, of course." responds Bofur for all of them and that gives way for everyone to start going down the path.
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