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[the real findorfin]

"Then we should let the orcs take care of them," he replied in a whisper. "Better to let an orc die first than an Easterling."

Findorak was silent again, his role was becoming hazy. Firstly, his priority had been to gain power, but now Handorth was gone, he had the mastery and could still do nothing.

"Yes," he murmured again, "it is best to let the orcs take care of the elves. If they get into trouble we will of course help our..allies..but let them die first."

He spun on his heel and moved back into the cave. As he walked an orc stuck out a leg and Findorak was tripped. He landed heavily on the floor but was up again in seconds. The orc laughed harshly but it turned to a muffled gurgle as Findorak slit his throat.

Orcs around rose menacingly and Findorak called out, "Easterlings, to me".

It looked like the fire had just been lit.

Fin could see Jerika, Kane and Vlad coming and some other various easterlings. But that Skaibad and a tight group were also closing in.