They lied to us!
They said they would help us flee the filthy Elveses, to get back to a nice, dark, wet cave where we could eat all the fisheses we could catch. Yes, they did, Precious!
But they lied - filthy black-skinned, black-hearted orcses. They didn't let us go in the nice dark cave - no! They took off the elf rope that burns us and put on chains instead. And they brought us here, and they hurt us until we had to say what we knew.
Who has the Precious?
And where do we find him?
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