His lungs were expanding in a rhythmic, slightly faster than usual and began to wonder why. rested his back to the ruined walls of the dilapidated building behind which he was hiding with his companions. Their names were familiar to his ears and his commander led them for a long time. Friend was holding the sword in his right hand and shield in his left splintered when he felt a slight trembling of the earth, like a distant thunder approaching. Gradually, even the walls began to shake a few fragments of rock dropping on their heads. The troll was approaching. The ambush was ready, the blood would last, the green open space in front of the fort would become slippery and the screams of the enemy would be raised high above the pines and then silenced forever. The victory was once again filled them with pride and their banners were again appeared on the towers sfida.Improvvisamente a sign of ground tremble and stopped an unreal silence stretched around them. Now he could feel his heart beating as he had never done. For the first time in his life he felt afraid, or so he thought. It had never happened before. The captain looked around him with questioning eyes and this helped to overcome the fear that more and more invaded his body almost paralyzed. He did not hear the order to charge when he cried and was left behind while all his mates turned the corner to throw against the enemy. He waited a few seconds before deciding to follow the others, then running away from his hiding place to the battle. He saw the huge body of the troll down on the ground, saw his master with his face toward the sky studded with arrows and abdomen, he saw his companions defeated escape to a salvation impossible. Lugazag had fallen, the ambush had failed.
saw the Keepers of the Flame of Anor lined up in front of him and knew he was dying.
Thorombar told by the fireside while it was raining outside
