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As the Nazgul shrieked so did Zuromor's hands grab the fair Elf's feet. Wgen she rested on the ground Zuromor sttos in front of her with his blade drawn, pointing at the Nazgul. He knew he could not speak Orc so he whispered as to only be heard by the dark creature.
"You will leave this one be, and go back to your path."
In a hissing voice it replied. "Only one do I listen to, only one do I obey. And it is not you! No one can stop my wrath, save for Him!" As he said "Him" Zuromor saw clearly in his mind a lidless eye.
"Maybe so, but this one won't be overcome by you."
"Fool! Move along Orcs....I will deal with this one!"
Zuromor held his blade in front of him and waited.
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