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Maron looked about the group as they all drew their axes. He watched his glint dully and his eyes darted from scowl to scowl in his company.
It seems that a situation had come about, and that the Elves had found them making their way through Mirkwood. Maron tried to keep down a panic. He had never been in war before, and the mix of excitement and fear coursed through him steadily.
"Let them come. Could they really stop us from reclaiming what is ours?"
Maron heard Floi's whisper and grit his teeth and gave a very small nod. He had said and done little so far in this trip. But now was the time to prove his skill.
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