"What is this?" Ferethor cried, as the surrounding guards drew their swords at the signal of the captain. "Are the guards of Minas Tirith turned against itself?" The flickering light of the torches glanced off the pale blades as the captain Meren stepped forward.
"You are taken into custody. If you resist, you will be hewn down. Throw down your weapons!" Meren commanded. "For what crime, captain?" Ferethor asked, his hands straying toward his belt. "Betrayal." Meren said dryly. "You are charged for the treson to the state. Persuading guards to desert their posts and infiltrating the government building alone decrees your death, but I am allowing you a chance to defend yourself. Speak and be not silent!"
"I greatly rue the harm we have done, but it was vital. My errand was given by the Lord Elessar himself, who commanded me to reveal it to none. I would accompany you freely, if it had not been that I am in great haste and have need of secrecy of my status." Ferethor slowly drew out his slender elven knife against the array of swords. "If you seek to carry out your law, then do so! Yet I will not tread the path to Mandos alone."
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