Archibald, Beatrice, and Chrysostomus were finally at the end of their journey, at the entrance of the much sought-after room. To get there, they already had sneaked past the guards, crawled through the raindeers' stables, picked locks, and tied up an elf who lay, confused, in a corner of the room.
Santa Claus's treasure, all the presents ready to be distributed, was behind that last door. Archibald tried it. It was locked.
"What did you expect?" mused the other two.
"It's magically locked, but maybe there's a key... hang on, it says something, it's etched here on the wood... maybe it's a password hint!"
"Let me see" Beatrice approached the door, then frowned and rolled her eyes. "It's that bloody Elvish script"
"I thought they spoke English -- that one does" replied Chrisostomus, pointing at the tied-up little guy.
"They do speak English," she said "but they write it in their own alphabet, and it's phonetic. It's gonna take us a while." She glanced nervously at the exit.
This is what the door said:
๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ค` ๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐ค` ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฎ๐๐ ,
๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ข ๐ฉ ๐๐ญ๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ`๐ ๐๐ค` ๐๐ข๐๐ฎ๐๐ .
๐๐ฉ`๐๐ ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ก ๐๐ฉ`๐ ๐๐ช` ๐๐๐ญ๐๐:
๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ค`?
๐๐ญ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐, ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐๐
๐๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฉ, ๐๐ช` ๐ข๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ค` ๐๐ค`.
๐๐ฌ๐ฎ ๐๐ฌ๐ซ, ๐๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐ก๐ซ๐ฉ, ๐๐ค`๐ ๐ฏ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ซ๐,
๐๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐๐๐ง ๐๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐๐๐ฆ๐
๐ฐ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ง ๐ญ๐๐, ๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฌ๐ซ๐ ๐๐ฐ๐ ๐๐ค`๐,
๐๐ฉ๐๐ง`๐, ๐ฎ๐ข๐๐๐ญ๐๐๐ฎ๐, ๐ก๐ญ๐ ๐, ๐๐ญ๐, ๐๐ซ๐.
๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ง ๐ฎ๐๐ฎ๐ก๐ฉ๐ ๐ ๐ช`๐ ๐๐ฉ๐๐ญ๐๐ฉ:
๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ก๐ฉ๐ซ ๐๐ญ๐ ๐๐ค` ๐๐ฉ ๐๐ง`๐๐ฉ
๐๐ฉ ๐๐ฌ๐ซ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ข๐ฉ๐ซ๐ ๐, ๐๐ฅ`๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ซ๐
๐ฐ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐ฉ๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ก๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐ก๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐.
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Can you help the trio steal all the Christmas presents in the world by finding the keyword?