Placeholder: [photo by JRR Tolkien] Middle Earth: the orcish firecamp. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the Orcs' firecamp is in the distance. alert for any sign of danger. the Orcs' guttural laughter and the sound of prisoners, muffled and faint. [photo by JRR Tolkien] Middle Earth: the orcish firecamp. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the Orcs' firecamp is in the distance. alert for any sign of danger. the Orcs' guttural laughter and the sound of prisoners, muffled and faint.

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[photo by JRR Tolkien] Middle Earth: the orcish firecamp. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, the Orcs' firecamp is in the distance. alert for any sign of danger. the Orcs' guttural laughter and the sound of prisoners, muffled and faint.

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