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Thranduil looked around to notice that the spiders were what seemed as defeated. The celebration rung through out the trees. Nefal turned at the sound of something off in the distance. The celebration was shortly lived. The group turned to see trees falling to the ground. Suddenly through the coming darkness the group could make out what appeared to be a giant spider. "Men this is what we have been waiting for!" Thranduil turned and led the group in a fool scale attack on the huge spider.
The battle seemed to last forever. Before they knew it the spider had been over run by elves. With his sword drawn, Thranduil swiftly cut off the head of the spider. "Men we have accomplished what we set out to do. Now we may return home." The group turned to head back in the direction they had came from.
A few days past and the tired group looked ahead of them only to see the gates of Mirkwood. Thranduil couldn't think of a time in which he was happier. "Men now we can live our lives without having to worry about our safety. Though the woods may never be safe, for now it is." Thranduil turned and led his trusted men into the kingdom.
Our deed is done. Now to explain to the wives of the fallen men, that their husband and children died protecting the future generations.
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