[Earendil Halfelven]

Jythralo headed towards the room where he kept his prisoners. Adeline was safely in another part of the building where she would stay until he decided if she could go or not. Three other corsairs accompanied him.

"Are ye sure you don't want 'em ded?" one corsair asked.

"Yes, I'm sure, Agdar. You boys will get plenty of chances to wet your swords. Don't worry," Doran answered.

Agdar and the men seemed comforted by his words, and they nodded as Jythralo unlocked the doors.
As they stepped in, they heard the words-"Adeline. Where is she?"

"Somewhere else," Doran answered. He laughed at the sight that greeted him. The two boys, Callath and Calnan, were attempting to untie themselves, and so far, they were doing good. Devon still looked unconcious.

Jythralo smiled. "Well, what do we have here? Attempting to escape, are we? Don't worry, you'll be home soon enough."

"Yeah, but they wouldn't have gotten far," said Corac as he stepped out of the shadows of the room.

Then, taking a club from the revealed Corac, Jythralo stepped forward and gave Callath a good one over the head. He slumped over in the chair.

"Aw, not again," said Calnan.

Jythralo shrugged and raised the club.
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Night hung over Umbar. A lone carriage continued down the street. As the carriage turned a corner, the side door opened and three unconcious bodies were flung out into the street and into the sidewalk. A note was pinned to one of the boys' jackets-

We are watching.

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