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 | | Nimloth smiled brilliantly, her face glowing beneath her silver-gilt fall of hair. ‘I knew we could rely on you, Eleniel,’ she said warmly. |
 | | Before he had a chance to move, Domenion dropped from the tree behind them and leapt towards the frozen figures of the twins. ‘This must be stopped,’ he said urgently and, the deadlock broken, Elrin led the other two in their rush to deal with whatever it was that had touched his cousins. |
 | | Nimloth’s sudden terrified wail galvanised them into action. Without even looking at each other, Legolas and the twins automatically spread out, so that any challenge would not be able to meet them all head on, and they readied weapons that even years in the Blessed Realm had not persuaded them to leave behind. |
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