Lowering his bow, Rinurion walked slowly out to the prone ruffians. Looking them up and down, he saw that they were in poor condition, and had an evil glint in their eyes. Turning to Legolas, he said:
'These are scum, my leige. They do not deserve to live. But i see your point. We must question them. They may be part of some bigger action against our realm, or one of our trading partners. We must find out who sent them.'
A smile touched the face of the elven prince.
'I take it by this, Rinurion, that you are volenteering to take these prisoners back to my father.'
'Indeed I am, my leige'
The elven prince turned, surveying the faces of the elves behind him.
'The question is, who will go with him?'
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But long ago he rode away,
and where he dwelleth none can say,
for into darkness fell his star,
in Mordor where the shadows are.
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