Fingil was exploring the far wall of the cave when the commotion began.
As they bellowed and ran forward, Fingil drew his sword and whispered a prayer to Varda. As if in answer, a Noldorin Lamp was thrust forward into the face of one of the trolls. Fingil was about to charge when a huge rush of air flowed through the cave. He turned to see a third troll and his heart turned cold. For a second he remained quiet then an idea appeared in his mind. The others had gathered into a group and he now stood alone, unseen in the corner. He ducked down and opened his pack, bringing out a length of rope. He unwound the silver chain and cried out, "Vanimorén, catch."
He thrust out the rope to his elvish companion, who caught it neatly.
"The legs!" Fingil cried and as the Troll blundered forward he made read to take the strain. He only hoped he could manage it.
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