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Owacyn winced as he saw Paladir go limp, a tear escaped from his eyes, but he swiftly wiped it, trying his hardest to make it look like it was to get rid of dust. Drawing his sword slowly his thoughts strayed to Gondor and his wife and unborn child. Slowly and painfully he snapped them back to the present. Arathorn rested an arm on his shoulder. "Owacyn, there will be a time to grieve, but the time is not now...we must get through this, we have to, for the sakes of our children, and for children to come we must survive." Owacyn looked at Arathorn and tried to give a smile, but it came out as a twisted smile with a nervous twitch at the side.
Elladan and Elrohir joined them looking up the stairs. Hanindur slowly joined them as well. Owacyn looked around the company. Nine reduced to five in what seemed like hardly any time at all. Hanindur slowly and quietly said "We should commit Paladir to the waters, not just leave him here to rot in this hole."
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