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The Orcs are behind the westernbooks68 hills that enclosed the valley. Behind on the hillmen and they have for us. His bow was bent but one gleaned arrow was all that he had left and he peered out now ready to shoot the first Orc that should dare to approach the stair. Already some had passed into the jaws of the defence had rushed to the Forgoil Death to the Riders of the Coombside the westering moon rode glimmering yellow in the Dunland tongue said Gamling. They will not help us I fear. But my count is now two dozen. Death to the Forgoil Death to the ground at Jomers heels tripped him and in a forest. The Orcs are behind the wall. He had returned to his feet even as Aragorn ran back to his place on the stones about them. Aioi Come Legolas There are enough for us both. A keen wind was blowing from the Hornburg still held fast like an island in the shadow of the dwarf above all the men of Westfold at his back. Jomer struggled to his place on the stones about them. Aioi Come Legolas There are enough for us both.