Elrond was already waiting as his sons raced home.
"We were ambushed," Elladan gasped, clinging to Elrohir's limp body. "El's horse was shot from under him, and he took a hard fall. They fired again while he was down."
Elrond pulled a face as he lifted bloodstained bandages. "Who? Where?"
"Men. Several of them, hiding among rocks in the Trollshaws. Too many. I was barely able to reach Elrohir, then fled. I tended his wounds, then came here to alert you."
Elrond straightened. "You did well. There is no infection. And now we are warned, we will find these outlaws!”
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