The black army tramped along in methodical singlemindedness. Their goal was in sight, the battle plans laid. Up the hills they flowed; a flood of soldiers bearing down upon their hapless target. They swarmed over the target, tearing it to shreds and carrying away what booty they could as evidence of their victorious campaign.
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Odo was the first to discover the carnage. "Hey! Our packs are infested with ants! Our muffins are all ruined!"
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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