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The Elves of the Courtyard
It was if the great stone maw of the gate opened wide and sucked inward on itself. Tall grey eyed, grim faced Elves pressed against the boundaries of the courtyard. And as one, they drew their blades, stirring a silent wind that seemed to pull the companions toward them.
A great shout went up . . . The Standard Bearer! . . . The Union stands . . . it is not broken! The low thrumming whisper of Maedhros! Maedhros! Has our Lord returned? Will we be avenged on those foul Orcs?
Loose dirt and debris rode the whirlwind that now stirred in the courtyard . . . they flew on the currents that coursed over the tumbled walls . . . driving hard against the attacking Orcs . . .
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