Uien moaned when she saw the knife in Thoronmir's grip. "Death! Death! The stones speak of death and terror!"
Falowik saw the blade in Thoronmir's hand, who explained that it was a Haradrim blade.
"What do you suppose it's doing way up here in the north?"
But his question went unanswered. Lira came rushing into the room.
"I've found something! Skeletons among the leaves! In Gondorian garb!"
"Paydirt!" cried Falco.
They all followed Lira to outside. Thoronmir cried for torches to light up Lira's find.
"To think they didn't even bother to bury them one foot down," Falowik murmured.
One after another, they uncovered skeleton after skeleton, their bones crushed, sometimes even twisted.
"This is what the stones speak of," Uien said, "but not only this."
"What, there's more?" Thoronmir said.
"The stones do not speak as we speak, I cannot interpret as if with words, Thoronmir, but there is more evil than even this. Would that it were not so."
"What do you make of it all, then?" Falco said. "And don't let me hear that you'll be wanting to send some of us back to Bree now. We need to see this through!"
Thoronmir said, "Let's spread out again. I'd wager there's more to be found. Let's to it! Me, I'm going to have a word with our prisoner. Falco! I'll be wanting the help of a lawman. For persuasion."
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