Cin gar- done eithel. Im told cin na gar- estel.
(You have done well. I told you to have faith.)
I know. I know.
The war has been won. We managed to defeat the Uruk-Hai sent from Isengard, but I suspect this real war is far from over. I fear Saruman will not take kindly to this. I walk around the maze of corpses. There's a foul stench of blood. But this gives the men hope and has dwindled Isengard.
Yet... why am I unsettled? The voices in my head are not silent. They continue to speak. My thoughts are a storm. The winds keep me off balanced and my mind unsettled. I can't seem to think straight.
Ceri- ú- worrui, i anor will mír- bo ui- -o ammen soon.
(Don't worry, the sun will shine on both of us soon).
Both of us?
"Oh, there you are laddie." Gimli calls.
I turn to him.
"How many did you kill?" Gimli asks.
"After a long count, forty-two." I say.
"Forty-two? Not bad for a prince of the pointy ear race." He chuckles.
I raise an eyebrow.
"I myself am sitting on forty-three." He gloats.
"Really?" I ask.
"Don't believe me?" He raises an eyebrow.
I take out an arrow and I shoot the one Gimli's sitting on.
"What'd you do that for? He's already dead." Gimli huffs.
"Forty-three." I say.
"That doesn't count." Gimli scoffs.
"It was moving a little." I protest.
"He's moving a little because I have my axe stabbing his nerves!" Gimli yells.
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