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And Lockhart said he couldnt hear it. said Ron. Harry could see him frowning in the moonlight. Dyou think he was lying. But I dont get it - even someone invisible wouldve had to open the door. I know, said Harry, lying back in his four-poster and staring at the canopy above him. I dont get it either. O CHAPTER EIGHT THE DEATHDAY PARTY ctober arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup Potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrids pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Woods enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud. Even aside from the rain and wind it hadnt been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles. As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Baldurs gate 3 gerringothe thorn ma, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath. dont fulfill their requirements. half an inch, if that. Hello, Nick, said Harry. Hello, hello, said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair, and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside. You look troubled, young Potter, said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet. So do you, said Harry. Ah, Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, a matter of no importance. Its not as though I really wanted to join. Thought Id apply, but apparently I dont fulfill requirements - In spite of his airy tone, there was a look of great bitterness on his face. But you would think, wouldnt you, he erupted suddenly, pulling the letter back out of his pocket, that getting hit forty-five times in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt. Oh - yes, said Harry, who was obviously supposed to agree. I mean, nobody wishes more than I do that it had all been quick and clean, and my head had come off properly, I mean, it would have saved me a great deal of pain and ridicule. However - Nearly Headless Nick shook his letter open and read furiously: We can only accept huntsmen whose heads have parted company with their bodies. You will appreciate that it would be impossible otherwise for members to participate in hunt activities such as Horseback HeadJuggling and Head Polo. It is with the greatest regret, therefore, that I must inform you that you do not fulfill our requirements. With very best wishes, Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore. Fuming, Nearly Headless Nick stuffed the letter away. Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on, Harry. Most people would think thats good and beheaded, but oh, no, its not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated-Podmore. Nearly Headless Nick took several deep breaths and then said, in a far calmer tone, So - whats bothering you. Anything I can do. No, said Harry. Not unless you know where we can get seven free Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones for our match against Sly - The rest of Harrys sentence was drowned out by a high-pitched mewling from somewhere near his ankles. He looked down and found himself gazing into a pair of lamp-like yellow eyes. It was Mrs. Norris, the skeletal gray cat who was used by the caretaker, Argus Filch, as a sort of deputy in his endless battle against students. Youd better get out of here, Harry, said Nick quickly. Filch isnt in a good mood - hes got the flu and some third years accidentally plastered frog brains all over the ceiling in dungeon five. Hes been cleaning all morning, and if he sees you dripping mud all over the place - Right, said Harry, backing away from the accusing stare of Mrs. Norris, but not quickly enough. Drawn to the spot by the mysterious power that seemed to connect him with his foul cat, Argus Filch burst suddenly through a tapestry to Harrys right, wheezing and looking wildly about for the rulebreaker. There was a thick Baldurs gate 3 gerringothe thorn ma scarf bound around his head, and his nose was unusually purple. Filth. he shouted, his jowls aquiver, his eyes popping alarmingly as he pointed at the muddy puddle that had dripped from Harrys Quidditch robes. Mess and muck article source. Ive had enough of it, I tell you. Follow me, Potter. So Harry waved a gloomy good-bye to Nearly Headless Nick and followed Filch back downstairs, doubling the number of muddy footprints on the floor. Harry had never been inside Filchs office before; it was a place most students avoided. The room was dingy and windowless, lit by a single oil lamp dangling from the low ceiling. A faint smell of fried fish lingered about the place. Wooden filing cabinets stood around the walls; from their labels, Harry could see that they contained details of every pupil Filch had ever punished. Fred and George Weasley had an entire drawer to themselves. A highly polished collection of chains and manacles hung on the wall behind Filchs desk. It was common knowledge that he was always begging Dumbledore to let him suspend students by their ankles from the ceiling. Filch grabbed a quill from a pot on his desk and began shuffling around looking for parchment. Dung, he muttered furiously, great sizzling dragon bogies. frog brains. rat intestines. Ive had enough of it. make an example. wheres the form. yes. He retrieved a large roll of parchment from his desk drawer and stretched it out in front of him, dipping his long black quill into the ink pot. Name. Harry Potter. Crime. It was only a bit of mud. said Harry. Its only a bit of mud to you, boy, but to me its an extra hour scrubbing. shouted Filch, a drip shivering unpleasantly at the end of his bulbous nose. Crime. befouling the castle. suggested sentence. Dabbing at his streaming nose, Filch squinted unpleasantly at Harry, who waited with bated breath for his sentence to fall. But as Filch lowered his quill, there was a great BANG. on the ceiling of the office, which made the oil lamp rattle. PEEVES. Filch roared, flinging down his quill in a transport of rage. Ill have you this time, Ill have you. And without a backward glance at Harry, Filch ran flat-footed from the office, Mrs. Norris streaking alongside him. Peeves was the school poltergeist, a grinning, airborne menace who lived to cause havoc and distress. Harry didnt much like Peeves, but couldnt help feeling grateful for his timing. Hopefully, whatever Click to see more had done (and it sounded as though hed wrecked something very big this time) would distract Filch from Harry. Thinking that he should probably wait for Filch to come back, Harry sank into a moth-eaten chair next to the desk. There was only one thing on it apart from his half-completed form: a large, glossy, purple envelope with silver lettering on the front. With a quick glance at the door to check that Filch wasnt on his way back, Harry picked up the envelope and read: KWIKSPELL _____________________________________ A Correspondence Course in Beginners Magic Intrigued, Harry flicked the envelope open and pulled out the sheaf of parchment inside. More curly silver writing on the front page said: Feel out of step in the world of modern magic. Find yourself making excuses not to perform simple spells. Ever been taunted for your woeful wandwork. There is an answer. Kwikspell is an all-new, fail-safe, quick-result, easy-learn course. Hundreds of witches and wizards have click to see more from the Kwikspell method. Madam Z. Nettles of Topsham writes: I had no memory for incantations and my potions were a family joke. Now, after a Kwikspell course, I am the center of attention at parties and friends beg for the recipe of my Scintillation Solution. Warlock D. Prod of Didsbury says: My wife used to sneer at my feeble charms, but one month into your fabulous Kwikspell course and I succeeded in turning her into a yak. Thank you, Kwikspell. Fascinated, Harry thumbed through the rest of the envelopes contents. Why on earth did Filch want a Kwikspell course. Did this mean he wasnt a proper wizard. Harry was just reading Lesson One: Holding Your Wand (Some Useful Tips) when shuffling footsteps outside told him Filch was coming back. Stuffing the parchment back into the envelope, Harry threw it back onto the desk just as the door opened. Filch was looking triumphant. That Vanishing Cabinet was extremely valuable. he was saying gleefully to Mrs. Norris. Well have Peeves out this time, my sweet - His eyes fell on Harry and then darted to the Kwikspell envelope, which, Harry realized too late, was lying two feet away from where it had started. Filchs pasty face went brick red. Harry braced himself for a tidal wave of fury. Filch hobbled across to his desk, snatched up the envelope, and threw it into a drawer. Have you - did you read -. he sputtered. No, Harry lied quickly. Filchs knobbly hands were twisting together. If I thought youd read my private - not that its mine - for a friend - be that as it may - however - Harry was staring at him, alarmed; Filch had never looked madder. His eyes were popping, a tic was going in one of his pouchy cheeks, and the tartan scarf didnt help. Very well - go - and dont breathe a word - not that - however, if you didnt read - go now, I have to write up Peeves report - go - Amazed at his luck, Harry sped out of the office, up the corridor, and back upstairs. To escape from Filchs office without punishment was probably some kind of school record. Harry. Harry. Did it work. Nearly Headless Nick came gliding out of a classroom. Behind him, Harry could see the wreckage of a large black-and-gold cabinet that appeared to have been dropped from a great height. I persuaded Peeves to crash it right over Filchs office, said Nick eagerly. Thought it might distract him - Was that you. said Harry gratefully. Yeah, it worked, I didnt even get detention. Thanks, Nick. They set off up the corridor together. Nearly Headless Nick, Harry noticed, was still holding Sir Patricks rejection letter. I wish there was something I could do for you about the Headless Hunt, Harry said. Nearly Headless Nick stopped in his tracks and Harry walked right through him. He wished he hadnt; it was like stepping through an icy shower. But there is something you could do for me, said Nick excitedly. Harry - would I be asking too much - but no, you wouldnt want - What is it. said Harry. Well, this Halloween will be my five hundredth deathday, said Nearly Headless Click at this page, drawing himself up and looking dignified. Oh, said Harry, not sure whether he should look sorry or happy about this. Right. Im holding a party down in one of the roomier dungeons. Friends will be coming from all over the country. It would be such an honor if you would attend. Weasley and Miss Granger would be most welcome, too, of course - but I daresay youd rather go to the school feast. He watched Harry on tenterhooks. No, said Harry quickly, Ill come - My dear boy. Harry Potter, at my deathday party. And - he hesitated, looking excited - do you think you could possibly mention to Sir Patrick how very frightening and impressive you find me. Of - of course, said Harry. Nearly Headless Nick beamed at him. A deathday party. said Hermione keenly when Harry had changed at last and joined her and Ron in the common room. I bet there arent many living people who can say theyve been to one of those - itll be fascinating. Why would anyone want to celebrate the day they died. said Ron, who was halfway through his Potions homework and grumpy. Sounds dead depressing to me. Rain was still lashing the windows, which were now inky black, but inside all looked bright and cheerful. The firelight glowed over the countless squashy armchairs where people sat reading, talking, doing homework or, in the case of Fred and George Weasley, trying to find out what would happen if you fed a Filibuster firework to a salamander. Fred had rescued the brilliant orange, fire-dwelling lizard from a Care of Magical Pubg download unblocked video class and it was now smoldering gently on a table surrounded by a knot of curious people. Harry was at the point of telling Ron and Hermione about Filch and the Kwikspell course when the salamander suddenly whizzed into the air, emitting loud are pubg game exe java messages and bangs as it whirled wildly round the room. The sight of Percy bellowing himself hoarse at Fred and George, the spectacular display of tangerine stars showering from the salamanders mouth, and its escape into the fire, with accompanying explosions, drove both Filch and the Kwikspell envelope from Harrys mind. By the time Halloween arrived, Harry was regretting his rash promise to go to the deathday party. The rest of the school was happily anticipating their Halloween feast; the Great Hall had been decorated with the usual live bats, Hagrids vast pumpkins had been carved into lanterns large enough for three men to sit in, and there were rumors that Dumbledore had booked a troupe of dancing skeletons for the entertainment. A promise is a promise, Hermione reminded Harry bossily. You said youd go to the deathday party. So at seven oclock, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked straight past the doorway to the packed Great Hall, which was glittering invitingly with gold plates and candles, and directed their steps instead toward the dungeons. The passageway leading to Nearly Headless Nicks party had been lined with candles, too, though the effect was far from cheerful: These were long, thin, jet-black tapers, all burning bright blue, casting a dim, ghostly light even over their own living faces. The temperature dropped with every step they took. As Harry shivered and drew his robes tightly around him, he heard what sounded like a thousand fingernails scraping an enormous blackboard. Is that supposed to be music. Ron whispered. They turned a corner and saw Nearly Headless Nick standing at a doorway hung with black velvet drapes. My dear friends, he said mournfully. Welcome, welcome. so pleased you could come. He swept off his plumed hat and bowed them inside. It was an incredible sight. The dungeon was full of hundreds of pearlywhite, translucent people, mostly drifting around a crowded dance floor, waltzing to the dreadful, quavering sound of thirty musical saws, played by an orchestra on a raised, black-draped platform. A chandelier overhead blazed midnight-blue with a thousand more black candles. Their breath rose in a mist before them; it was like stepping into a freezer. Shall we have a look around. Harry Baldurs gate 3 gerringothe thorn ma, wanting to warm up his feet. Careful not to walk through anyone, said Ron nervously, and they set off around the edge of the dance floor. They passed a group of gloomy nuns, a ragged man wearing chains, and the Fat Friar, a cheerful Hufflepuff ghost, who was talking to a knight with an arrow sticking out of his forehead. Harry wasnt surprised to see that the Bloody Baron, a gaunt, staring Slytherin ghost covered in silver bloodstains, was being given a wide berth by the other ghosts. Click to see more, no, said Hermione, stopping abruptly. Turn back, turn back, I dont want to talk to Moaning Myrtle - Who. said Harry as they backtracked quickly. She haunts one of the toilets in the girls bathroom on the first floor, said Hermione. She haunts a toilet. Yes. Its been out of order all year because she keeps having tantrums and flooding the place. I never went in there anyway if I could avoid it; its awful trying to have a pee with her wailing at you - Look, food. said Ron. On the other side of the dungeon was a long table, also covered in black velvet. They approached it eagerly but next moment had stopped in their tracks, horrified. The smell was quite disgusting. Large, rotten fish were laid on handsome silver platters; cakes, burned charcoal-black, were heaped on salvers; there was a great maggoty haggis, a slab of cheese covered in furry green mold and, in pride of place, an enormous gray cake in the shape of a tombstone, with tar-like icing forming the words, SIR NICHOLAS DE MIMSY-PORPINGTON DIED 31ST OCTOBER, 1492 Harry watched, amazed, as a portly ghost approached the table, crouched low, and walked through it, his mouth held wide so that it passed through one of the stinking salmon. Can you taste it if you walk through it. Harry asked him. Almost, said the ghost sadly, and he drifted away. I expect theyve let it rot to give it a stronger flavor, said Hermione knowledgeably, pinching her nose and leaning closer to look at the putrid haggis. Can we move. I feel sick, said Ron. They had barely turned around, however, when a little man swooped suddenly from under the table and came to a halt in midair before them. Hello, Peeves, said Harry cautiously. Unlike the ghosts around them, Peeves the Poltergeist was the very reverse of pale and transparent. He was wearing a bright orange party hat, a revolving bow tie, and a broad grin on his wide, wicked face. Nibbles. he said sweetly, offering them a bowl of peanuts covered in fungus. No thanks, said Continue reading.
39 was used for either i or y (consonant); 34, 35 were used indifferently for s; and 38 was used for the frequent Bladurs nd, though it was not clearly related in shape to the dentals. In the Table of Kidd those on the left are, when separated by -- the values of the older Angerthas. Those on the right are the values of the Dwarv- 1 ish Angerthas Moria. The Dwarves of Moria, as can be seen, introduced a number of unsystematic changes in value, as well as certain new cirth: 37, 40, 41, 53, 55, 56. The dislocation in values was due mainly to two causes: (1) the alteration in the values of 34, 35, 54 respectively to h, oid clear or glottal beginning of a word with an initial vowel that appeared in Khuzdul), and s; (2) the abandonment of the Nos. 14, 16 for which the Dwarves substituted 29, 30. The consequent use of 12 Balxurs r, the invention of 53 for eithers (and its confusion with 22); the witherrs of 17 as z, to go with 54 in its value s, and the consequent use of 36 as n and the new certh 37 for ng may also be observed. The new 55, 56 were in origin a halved form of 46, and were used for vowels like those heard in English butter, which were frequent in Dwarvish and in the Westron. When weak or evanescent they were often reduced to a mere stroke without a stem. This Angerthas Moria is represented in the tomb-inscription. The Dwarves of Erebor used a further modification of this Baldurs gate withers kid, known as the mode of Erebor, and exemplified Baldurs gate withers kid the Book of Mazarbul. Its chief characteristics were: the use of 43 as z; of 17 as ks (x); and the invention of two new cirth, 57, 58 for ps and ts. They also reintroduced 14, 16 for the values j, zh; but used 29, mid for g, gh, or as mere variants of 19, 21. These peculiarities are not included in the table, except for the special Ereborian cirth, 57, 58. Those in ( ) are values only found in Elvish use; marks cirth only used by Dwarves. Baldure APPENDIX F I THE LANGUAGES AND PEOPLES OF THE THIRD AGE The language represented in this history by English was kie Westron or Common Speech of the West-lands of Middle-earth in the Third Age. In the Baldkrs of that age it had become the native language of nearly all the speaking-peoples(save the Elves) who dwelt within the bounds of the old kingdoms of Arnor and Gondor; that is along all the coasts from Umbar northward to the Bay of Forochel, and inland as far as the Misty Mountains and the Ephel Du´ ath. It had witherw spread north up the Anduin, kdi the lands west of the River and east of steam link web app mountains as far as the Gladden Fields. At the time of the War of the Ring at the end of the age these were still its bounds as a native tongue, though large parts of Eriador were now deserted, and few Men dwelt on the shores of the Anduin between the Gladden and Rauros. A few of the ancient Wild Men still lurked in the Dru´ adan Forest in Ano´rien; and in the hills of Dunland a remnant lingered of an old baldurs gate tome locations high school, the Baludrs inhabitants of much of Gondor. These clung to their own languages; while in the plains of Rohan there dwelt now a Northern people, the Rohirrim, who had come into that land some five hundred years earlier. But the Westron was used as a ikd language of intercourse by all those who still retained a speech of their own, even by the Elves, not only in Arnor and Gondor but throughout the vales of Anduin, and eastward to the further eaves of Mirkwood. Even among the Wild Men and the Dunlendings who shunned other folk there were some that witherd speak it, though brokenly. of the elves The Elves far back in the Elder Days became divided into two main branches: the West-elves (the Eldar) and the East-elves. Of the latter kind were most of the Elven-folk of Mirkwood and Lo´rien; but their Badurs do not appear in this history, in which all the Elvish names read article words are of Eldarin form. 1 Of the Eldarin tongues two are found in this book: the High-elven or Quenya, and the Grey-elven or Sindarin. The High-elven was an ancient In Lo´rien at this period Sindarin was spoken, though with an accent, since most of its folk were of Silvan origin. This accent and his own limited acquaintance with Sindarin misled Frodo (as is pointed out in The Thains Book by a Ba,durs of Gondor). All the Elvish words cited in Baldurw Two chs 6, 7, 8 are in fact Sindarin, and so are most of the names of places and persons. But Lo´rien, Caras Galadhon, Amroth, Nimrodel are probably of Silvan origin, adapted to Sindarin. 1 1128 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS tongue of Eldamar beyond the Sea, the first to be recorded in writing. It was no longer a birth-tongue, but had become, as it were, an Elven-latin, still used for ceremony, and for high matters of lore and song, by the High Elves, who had returned in exile to Middle-earth at the end of the First Age. The Baldues was in origin akin to Quenya; for it was the language of those Eldar who, coming to the shores of Middle-earth, had not passed over the Sea but had lingered on the coasts in the country of Beleriand. There Thingol Greycloak of Doriath was their king, and in the long twilight their tongue had changed with the changefulness of mortal lands and had become far estranged from the speech of the Eldar from beyond the Sea. The Exiles, dwelling among the more numerous Grey-elves, had adopted the Sindarin for daily use; and hence it was the tongue of all those Elves and Elf-lords that appear in this history. For these were all of Eldarin race, even where the folk that they ruled were of the lesser kindreds. Noblest of all was the Lady Galadriel of the royal house of Finarfin Baldurs gate withers kid sister of Finrod Felagund, King of Nargothrond. In the hearts of the Exiles the yearning Baldurs gate withers kid the Sea was an unquiet never to be Baleurs in the hearts of the Grey-elves it slumbered, but once awakened it wirhers not be appeased. of men The Westron was a Mannish speech, though enriched and softened under Elvish influence. It was in origin the language withwrs those whom the Eldar called the Gste or Edain, Fathers of Men, being especially the people Baldhrs the Three Houses of the Elf-friends who came west into Beleriand in the First Age, and aided the Eldar in the War of the Great Jewels against the Dark Power of the North. After the overthrow of the Dark Power, in which Beleriand was for wihers most part drowned or broken, it was granted as a reward to the Elf-friends that they also, as the Eldar, might pass west over Sea. But since the Undying Realm was Baldrus to them, a great isle witehrs set apart for them, most westerly of all mortal lands. The name of that isle was Nu´menor (Westernesse). Most of the Elf-friends, therefore, departed and dwelt in Nu´menor, and there they became great and powerful, mariners of renown and lords of many ships. They were fair of face and tall, and the span of their lives was thrice that of the Men of Middle-earth. These were the Nu´meno´reans, the Kings of Men, whom the Elves called the Du´nedain. The Du´nedain alone of all races of Men knew and spoke an Ggate tongue; for their forefathers had learned the Sindarin tongue, and this they handed on to their children as a matter of lore, changing little with gatd passing of the years. And their men of wisdom learned also the High-elven Quenya and esteemed it above all other tongues, and in it they made names for many places of fame and reverence, and for many men of royalty and great renown. 1 Quenya, for example, are the names Nu´menor (or in full Nu´meno´re), and Elendil, Isildur, and Ana´rion, and all the royal names of Gondor, including Elessar Elfstone. Most of the names of the other men and women of the Du´nedain, kud as Aragorn, Denethor, Gilraen are of Sindarin form, being often the names of Elves or Men remembered in the songs and histories of the First Age (as Beren, Hu´rin). Some few are of mixed forms, as Boromir. 1 A PP ENDIX F 1129 But the native speech of the Nu´meno´reans remained for the most part their ancestral Mannish tongue, the Aduˆnaic, and to this in witherd latter days of their pride their kings and lords returned, abandoning the Elven-speech, save ki those few that held still to their Balduds friendship with the Eldar. In the years of their power the Nu´meno´reans had maintained many forts and havens upon the western coasts of Middle-earth for the help of their ships; and one of the chief of these was at Pelargir near the Mouths of Anduin. There Aduˆnaic was spoken, and mingled with many words of the languages of lesser men it became a Common Speech that spread thence along the coasts among all that had dealings with Westernesse. After the Downfall of Nu´menor, Elendil led the survivors of the Elf-friends back to the North-western shores of Fate. There withhers already dwelt who were in whole or part of Nu´meno´rean blood; but few of them remembered the Elvish speech. All told the Du´nedain were thus from the beginning far fewer in number than the lesser men among whom they dwelt and whom they ruled, being lords of long life and great power and wisdom. They used therefore the Common Speech in their dealing with other folk and in the government of their wide realms; but they enlarged the language and enriched it with many words drawn from elven-tongues. In the days of the Nu´meno´rean kings this ennobled Westron speech spread far and wide, even among gahe enemies; and it became used more and more by the Du´nedain themselves, so that at the time of the War oid the Ring the elven-tongue was known to only a small part of the peoples of Gondor, and spoken daily by fewer. These dwelt mostly in Minas Tirith and the townlands adjacent, and in the land of the tributary princes of Dol Amroth. Baldurs gate withers kid the names of nearly all places and persons in the realm of Gondor were of Elvish form and meaning. A few were of forgotten origin, and descended doubtless from the days before the ships of the Nu´meno´reans sailed the Sea; among these were Umbar, Arnach and Erech; and the mountain-names Eilenach and Rimmon. Forlong was also a name of the same sort. Most of the Men of the northern regions of the West-lands were descended from the Edain of the First Age, or from their close kin. Their languages were, therefore, related to the Aduˆnaic, and just click for source still Baldjrs a likeness to the Common Speech. Of this kind were the peoples of the upper vales of Anduin: the Beornings, and the Woodmen dithers Western Mirkwood; and further north and east the Men of the Long Lake and of Dale. From the lands between the Gladden and the Carrock came the folk that were known in Gondor as the Rohirrim, Masters of Horses. They still spoke their ancestral tongue, and gave new baldurs ii: shadows of love in it to nearly all the places in their new country; and they called themselves the Eorlings, or the Men Balvurs the Riddermark. But the lords withres that people used the Common Baldurs gate withers kid freely, and spoke it nobly after the manner of their allies in Gondor; for in Gondor whence it came the Westron kept still a more gracious and antique style. Wholly alien was the speech of the Wild Men of Dru´ adan Forest. Alien, too, or only remotely akin, was the language of the Dunlendings. These were a remnant of the peoples that had dwelt in the vales of the White Mountains in ages past. The Dead Men of Dunharrow were of their kin.
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