[Morai]

The fool found it harder than ever to think clearly. A raging headache captured his senses. Ridding himself of the growing pain was all Harlon could think of.

Taking one last glance at Nuhrive, Harlon shouted:
"When one plays games with a fool, he neither wins nor looses. He only gains a strange ending which only the wise can ponder." With this, he stole the nearest weapon and chopped the branch above the easterling's head. "Run Nuhrive, flee to the Golden Wood, tell m'lady I wish her well." The fool said in Quenya.
His last words ended with the limb knocking Harlon and his foe unconsious. The easterling was clearly dead, but Harlon still had a shallow breath....