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The trip had been swift, and without event. Whether it had been luck or fate that guided their steps, not so much as a solitary orc showed his shadow on the path that Angóre and Erenor had taken. They could hear the shouts and screams of the dying, and now and again Angóre would stop to listen as the tramp of footsteps came close to the streets on which they walked, but they quickly left the scene of battle behind, moving on silent feet towards the citadel.
"Halt! Stand and declare!" The challenge rang out as the two elves reached the walls to the inner sanctum. A pale, scared face peered out over the wall.
Angóre and Erenor stopped. Erenor answered the lad, and a small portal opened for the Elves.
Inside, the chaos continued. Every now and again, missiles arced over the walls, wreaking havoc on the towers and halls of the King's sanctum. The Elves were instructed to meet with Mellonar inside the King's Hall, and they hurried inside, just as the councilor began to speak...
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