Dusk deepened. Mist lay behind them among the trees below and brooded on the pale margins of the Anduin. The bloodred sunset was slowly seeping out of the world, giving way to the encroaching night.
“Lost?!” Altli bellowed incredulously. “What in Durin’s Name are you trying to say?”
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