Fain was there, and Darkfriends, and more Trollocs. Heads severed. Vultures fighting over their meal. Light filled him, blinded him.
Hurin, make sure it really is the trail we're after. We can't be too far from Falme, now. Occasional fragments of music drifted out, from the servants below or from those entertaining their masters above. You will pay for what was done to me, al'Thor! The world will pay! He cackled at the night with mad laughter.
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