| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Then there was one of a pile of bones--but the bones, I realized, belonged to me, for lying over a thigh bone lay the sheath of Anduril, and beside them the Elfstone.I remembered the closing words of his will, and shuddered.At the very bottom of the stack was a message, again in Quenya, addressed to me.
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