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Faenor looks after him with cold fury in his eyes, then turns and delicately places the branch on a nearby tree. He passes his hand over the break, and wherever his magic touches the branch fuses to the tree.

"Be at peace." he whispers, and then turns to the others.

"Make sure he leaves Lóriën. I go to destroy the foul Yrch gathering once more in the accursed Hill of Sorcery. Namárië!" he says, and leaps into the branches, running swiftly. One warden lifts a horn and sends a single clear note out, and the company of Elves fade away into the trees.

They hear Faenor's voice call out once, a bright and lively shout.

"Haladmith! Nivon, il!"