She set out for revenge, to run them through, to do what an elf, an elf must do. The next verse was Merills to improvise. Climbed that roost, alighted right there. Made mush of his head for the onlooker bears. A two-pronger her prize, a meat most rare. Do-gooders will pay. Do-gooders will fear. Ballad of the loneliest ones, lamented Merill. The loneliest ones, said Almi. She accepted that title; they were the loneliest. The elf gloomed.

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