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- Instantly its head was filled with images of battle, glory, blood, and a promise of Morgoth's return, with Durin's Bane at his right hand, if only it would crush the orb. Without hesitation it did so, but instead of its dreams coming true it was suddenly wracked with paralyzing pain and it feel to the ground, its flames going out. It felt so weak... so mortal. What ancient magic was this? In its stupor it barely registered some other men in odd uniform putting metal restraints on its wrists and leading it across the bridge of Khazad-dum and outside, into a large but very strange horseless carriage where it was chained to the floor and taken off Eru knows where.
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- Sign Ups, Season 8, morvis343
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