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Lînsie
She didn't even look up; she took her battle-axe in one hand, snugged the chinstrap of her helmet, and resettled the pack on her back. Then she stepped forward beside Ori, and that was when she looked. But the opponents were not yet showing themselves. She wondered how many there were. Then she glanced at the arrow that had pinged off of Balin's hellmet. An orc-arrow. She had expected nothing else.
She glanced to her right and left. Fourteen dwarves. She tried not to be pessimistic; but who knew how many enemies lay in wait ahead? She glanced at Balin, and gripped the handle of her axe with both hands.
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