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The heroes... have deserted us. The end is near mundane, would you deny it?
...Then you must be a fool. Look around you. The world of men is about to fall. There is no stopping the evil that befalls the world!
ABANDON YOUR POSTS!
FLEE, FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES!!
...Then you must be a fool. Look around you. The world of men is about to fall. There is no stopping the evil that befalls the world!
ABANDON YOUR POSTS!
FLEE, FLEE FOR YOUR LIVES!!

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[Will's reaction is as mild as always.]
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I do not believe all hope is lost, Denethor, son of Ecthelion.
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Mortals are so weird.]
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No one knows the day or the hour. ]
The end is not yet come.
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[ This dwarf isn't scared of anyone or anything, except...maybe Smaug or Gandalf, but that's besides the point. ]
If the end comes, then I shall greet it with my blade. I shan't cower in fear of it.
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Why must you always do this? Haven't you had enough of such doomsaying?
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[For emphasis, he taps the Doomhammer at his side.]
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'Tis no end of anything, Father. Stay your words.
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[Face firmly planted against her palm.]
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Could you cluck like a chicken when you do that?