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crossing, and echoing paths. These were not like those of the 
goblin-cities: they were smaller, less deep underground, and filled with
a cleaner air. In a great hall with pillars hewn out of the living stone
sat the Elvenking on a chair of carven wood. On his head was a crown of 
berries and red leaves, for the autumn was come again. In the spring he 
wore a crown of woodland flowers. In his hand he held a carven staff of
oak.