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*is so very unimpressed*
Let's cut to the chase, shall we? I've come down here tonight because my son asked me, as a personal favor for a friend, to consider releasing you. *has not, as yet, been able to ascertain what Túrin's interest in the situation could possibly be* Since he was decent enough not to just come down and rip the door off himself, I thought I'd humor him.
*crosses his legs and rests his folded hands on them* So tell me, Maglor. Why should I, Elu Thingol, show pity to one of the worms who saw fit to murder my various family members not once, but on three separate occasions?
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