Maeralagos shifted his weight nervously on his heels, straightening the loaded bow in his arms.
"Great!" he heard Anuion's surprising voice ring out. "I have been captured by the village idiots! Listen, I gave you the chance to leave and I will grant you one again. You won't get a tird. I suggest you let us go and leave to where you came from. This is not your country. And now our own either. So why don't we both leave?"
Yes Maeralagos thought tensely. Leave! Leave now!
He looked off towards the two figures running down from the scene; Findorak and Telpeheled. If he shot now, would it give away his position? If only it wasn't so quiet! Still, perhaps it would be for the best to shoot that confounded Easterling Telpeheled was after. They needed him back here, probably. Maeralagos redirected his bow.
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" Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar?"
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