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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6783296" data-attributes="member: 6777052">The creature, whatever it was, buried each head in one of Infántilë's shoulders and quivered. After a few moments, it calmed down and began to sing a duet with itself. The words were in no language that anyone recognized but the sound was enchantingly musical. As it sang, the air in the room took on a spring-like quality and a faint breeze sprang up reminiscent of forest glades."Listen, it is singing of its home," said Rylnethaz in awe. "How came it to be trapped here, hundreds of feet underground? No wonder it is frightened."The creature seemed almost to understand and its song changed into a quite different one, much more discordant and brutal. The walls of the room seemed to grow misty and, out of the mist came the sound of a battle. Shapes resembling orcs and hobgoblins wavered indistinctly, just out of view. A smell of burning blew in and there was an orange glow in the distance. Then the scene faded, the song stopped and the creature fell silent. Its heads seemed to droop, as if in sadness."It was driven from its home," mused BoldItalic, "Its forest was burned by orcs or hobgoblins. Perhaps it was captured and brought here. It cannot escape from here and even if it could, it has nowhere to go."At that, the creature looked directly at BoldItalic and bowed; first with one head and then the other, as if to indicate assent."It seems to understand what we say," observed Clotbert, "And although it does not speak our language, it can communicate very vividly in song. What a remarkable and magical creature!""Could be valuable. Just thought I'd mention that," offered Fingers."Rylni, I want to take him with us," declared the princess, "Perhaps we can find him a new home somewhere. There are some lovely forests near the citadel. I wonder if he likes apples?""Yes, dear," said Rylnethaz without thinking. Then he wondered what he had just agreed to. This was crazy! They were on a quest for a golden sword, not rescuing magical two-headed horned ... well, what was it actually? Did it have a name?Rylnethaz looked the creature in the eyes (well, some of them, for its heads were a few feet apart at the moment) and asked it "I am Sir Rylnethaz. What shall we call you? Do you have a name?"The answer was a kind of musical riffle and a word that sounded a bit like the elvish word Alómirion but wasn't quite the same. Rylnethaz tried to imitate it and evidently he was not quite right but close enough, for again the creature bowed, although only with one head this time.BoldItalic had an idea. "Alómirion," he began, "We will help you leave this place if we can, but we are seeking a golden sword, the Sword of Itraphon, and we cannot leave here until we recover it."Alómirion understood and began to sing again. This time, the air in the room beside him shimmered and an image of a golden sword appeared hanging in the air, point downwards. It moved slowly towards one of the doors and seemed to glide right through the wooden panels. BoldItalic bowed in the way that Alómirion had done, to show that he understood, and said to the others "He will show us the way."</blockquote>

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