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... waters run. And over Middle-Earth he passed and heard at last the weeping sore of women and of elven-maids in Elder Days, in years of yore. But on him mighty doom was laid, till Moon should fade, an orbed star to pass, and tarry never more on Hither Shores where Mortals are; or ever still a herald on an errand that should never rest to bear his shining lamp afar, to Flammifer of Westernesse.

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