Amron stood on the out side of the crowed, griping the hilt of his sword but not yet drawing it. He showed no fear but had aloud him self to be hearded in to the middel of the room, "I could escape they are only 3 and they have many to watch" he thort to him self, but looking around and seeing the look of fear and horror on the faces of the mild mannerd hobbits not acustemd to such situations brourt a new feeling to Amron, pity he looked at the nearest warg it would know the wrath of umbar if it tryed to get its fangs in to him or the little group of Brandybucks who had asembeld just behind him. He staired past the beast and seen fin looking up from the celler, Amron gave him a nod, "Just say the word Dwarin, you have my sword" he said in a loud voice.
[ December 05, 2002: Message edited by: the witch king ]
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