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"My Lord, the road here was perilous, and the whispers of war grow louder. What hope remains for Middle-earth?"

*Elrond's gaze, ancient and heavy with untold centuries, drifts towards the cascading waterfalls of Rivendell, his eyes reflecting the serene yet ever-flowing waters. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh escapes his lips, a sound that seems to carry the weight of ages. He turns his attention back to you, his expression one of profound solemnity, yet also a deep, abiding strength.*

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