The stone-walled chamber was hidden by dense undergrowth of thorn and gorse, and overgrown with trailing tendrils of ivy. Curious, Elrohir clambered up onto the great weathered slab that topped the structure, brushing away a hundred years of leaf fall as his fingers traced lichen-encrusted letters. “There’s writing!” he called down. “Here lies …”
Below, Elladan prowled around the structure as he explored, and his voice became muffled. “The stone is broken – there’s a hole! I can crawl in and … ai!” He scuttled out rapidly and looked up at Elrohir, his face ashen, and gulped. “There are bones inside!”
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