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Observing The Path
"We should move."
Turumor nocks an arrow.
"You possess knowledge in wood-lore and secrecy. Take cover here, we will draw back and watch the path."
Vorongwe nods and presses himself against the gigantic roots of a great tree.
The others depart silently, climbing a nearby rocklet.
The trap is ready... for whatever, or whoever has been following them.
They can see Vorongwë move suddenly, and some slender figure appearing from behind a tree.
Then they hear laughter.
Turumor glances down. Ráolor furrows his eyebrows.
Annunghil turns to the other two: "This is not the voice of a foe!"
