Nardol drew a second arrow from his quiver and, aiming deliberately, loosed it at the throat of the Orc assailing Estelarion. But then the melee drew too close.
The Elf dropped his bow and swept out his sword as an Orc closed with him. Leaping to the side, the Elf swung his blade at the creature. But even as he did so, Nardol whistled sharply and to the west, as if in answer, the sound of beating hooves could be heard.
Rustal again lifted lightly over the pit and came among the Orcs assailing the camp. Rearing, he struck out with his fore-hooves at a wounded Orc...
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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