"No," Maeralagos' voice was an involuntary whisper now, as he put his hand on Telpeheled's shoulder as well.
This couldn't happen...These weren't the ways of battle, of war! How could they kill Telpeheled because he, himself, had killed one of their soldiers, in defense of his friend? Maeralagos opened his mouth to speak again, but found that no sound came out.
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" Where now are the Dúnedain, Elessar, Elessar?"
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