Nardol stood uncertainly outside the Castle. The Orcs had been driven off for now though he could hear the sounds of scouts returning to the lands outside the Castle walls. Maladil had gone back into the Castle, so Gandalf was safe. Yet an assortment of shades lingered nearby, giving him pause.
He did not know where his comrades had gone and if he entered it might take some time to locate them. He was also reluctant to leave Gandalf alone against the event that Maladil returned. After some hesitation, he climbed the steps and stood within the arch of the gate, peering inside...
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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