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‘To work, to work!’

Orëmir’s eyes narrowed at the spirit’s command. Endamir had struggled groggily to his feet and even now reached forward to grasp a hammer in his hand.

‘Lindir! Grab my brother’s arm!’ Orëmir took a firm grip on his twin’s upper arm, restraining him from following after The Smith. It was by the barest of inches that he managed to duck as Endamir swung the heavy hammer at his head. Orëmir wrestled the tool gone weapon from his brother’s grip and it fell clattering to the stone floor.

‘Hurry! Let’s haul him back to the passage way.’

Half dragging the stumbling Endamir along, Lindir and Orëmir sped as quickly as the resisting figure would allow toward the entryway to the chamber. Orëmir reached out with his one free hand to grab at Lómwë’s cloak and spin him about in their direction.

‘This way, Lómwë! Get away from him!’