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She is on a a nice walk in the woods, so at least nobody else is right there to be eaten by the snake and she osanwëd a warning to emergency services first.
So now she can worry entirely about where the fuck she is.
mirelótë in lotr
A woman looks at her dubiously and then goes inside and helps another woman, this one with paper-thin nearly translucent skin and lots and lots and lots of wrinkles and a general air of intense fragility, out to look at Mirelótë. The second woman has a creaky voice. "A star shines on the hour of our meeting!" she says in Quenya, with the air of someone who knows exactly one phrase of Quenya.
"Framsbah," the woman says, gesturing at Smelly Disaster Village. And pointing at the mountain ranges, "Mithrim", "Hithaeglir".
truth_is_beauty
...Mirelote tries the two orc and two Dwarf languages she knows, not very optimistically.
"I said," she says in Thindarin after thinking on it a while, "you'll have to speak up I can't hear you very good."
"You're where the Mithrim mountains meet the Misty Mountains," she says. "The Elves live that way -" gesturing away from both sets of mountains, at a forest - "but they're not your kind."
truth_is_beauty
...okay. "I HAVE HEARD OF THE MISTY MOUNTAINS AND I DID NOT THINK THERE WERE TOWNS LIKE THIS NEAR THEM."
truth_is_beauty
"ERU'S INTEREST IS NOT ALL IT'S CRACKED UP TO BE. I CAN TELL YOU AREN'T ORCS OR DWARVES."
