[Centuries of battles have honed him into a fine weapon to turn against an enemy, and these had had such a glaring weakness for him to exploit. Fire, that burned so brightly in his soul and that came so easily at his call.
Maedhros keeps watch, listening for the whispery rustlings of the leaf monsters as he keeps the torch ready in case one of them manages to sneak up on them.]
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Maedhros keeps watch, listening for the whispery rustlings of the leaf monsters as he keeps the torch ready in case one of them manages to sneak up on them.]