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The deeper into Rhun Elijah went, the more worried he became...hordes of subhuman men...creatures he hadn't seen outside Elrond's tomes...and an oppressive weight of darkness over all of it. He hadn't felt fear since his adolescence, but he felt it stirring now. Toram plummeted from the sky, telling him of another encampment ahead. Raising the armored hood of his cloak, he lifted his bow and three arrows and loosened his sword in its scabbard. Sprinting to the outskirts he loosed the arrows and slung the bow back over his shoulder while pulling his blade. He swept through groggy subhumans like Mandos himself. Guts spilling from their bellies. Heads toppled from necks. It was over in less than half a minute, with nary a scratch on Elijah. Crouching over the "commander"-if he could be called such with such pathetic cognitive abilities- Elijah pulled a parchment from the body's belt. It was a set of orders and a map to a meeting place. With a grim expression, he again took off in his ground eating trot...he was growing closer, he could feel it....