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Revenge
Wood piled high before the entrance to the cave, with dried leaves and brush beneath, waited for the fiery brand. A finger wetted and lifted to the breezes confirmed that the smoke would roll into the cave.
Scattered throughout the rocky landscape, the Dúnedain Rangers were awaiting the signal, arrows already nocked. This time, there were more of them than of the yrch hiding from the sun in the cave.
Elladan's gaze connected with his brother's, igniting both in dark anticipation. For Naneth, they agreed. Elladan's flaming arrow arched and dropped, and the world erupted into noisy, bloody vengeance.
Again.