The disappearance of all light effected Fingil more than he had hoped. Never before had he felt such a complete lack of any light or noise as all about him stood in silence.
As the light was extinguished, Fingil had seen Angore pull a knife to the orcs throat, so there was no chance of it letting out a warning. However, he was sure that whatever subterranean creature that was coming would have great eyesight in the dark and perhaps it would see them, despite the utter blackness around them.
He gripped his sword hilt tightly and took Torfithien's hand, who stood next to him. He squeezed it gently and the action was returned, before he let go and all his concentration went into listening for the unknown enemy that with every second came closer. The dream he had had returned to him but he pushed it away, that would not happen! A noise came from the tunnel entrance and he felt everyone around him tense. It was here.
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