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Mirkwood. A place as mysterious as it's name, yielded by ancient elves, who roam it's vastness with expertise.

Dwarves. Small, blubbering men too caught up by their own arguments to realise they're being followed by more than one creature. Unfortunately for them, both have unfriendly intentions.

So then, what sort of ruckus happens, when these two folk collide? I'll give you a hint. There is little fellowship that goes on at all...