CH 18.032 p Then Mablung was her!’

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18.028 Then the Elves Men!’
18.029 ‘I care not,’ Kingdom.’
18.030 The Elves made swift!’
18.031 ‘They went out her!’
18.032 Then Mablung was her!’
18.033 ‘Can I not, night!’
18.034 Then he fled witless.’
18.035 But Túrin sped summer.
18.036 ‘Cabed-en-Aras, Cabed Naeramarth!’ worst.’