Sikilkolindo walked briskly down the dark hall, joining another man and what looked (and smelled) like two orcs. They all hurried into a small room, the entrance of which Sikilkolindo had never seen before, though he knew he must have walked down this passage many times.
He stood in silence at the back of the room with the others, listening to Gorthroth's plan. The objective seemed fair, but the plan itself was not to his liking.
Sikilkolindo frowned, looking from the others, to Cersed. A wight...
He hadn't been in these caves that long. He hadn't really had to deal with a wight before, and he didn't like the look of this one.
Judging from Rysha's reaction to him as he fixed his gaze on her, neither did she. Sikilkolindo approached her.
"Trouble?" he said softly, a smile spreading across his face. "Or are you afraid?"
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" Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar?"
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