The last one fell before she answered. There were only a few of the Uruk-hai left near them, the ones Jean was holding in place, living pyres. Not living for much longer. River stopped, pirouetting, looking at the woman curiously. "Loneliness burns more than fire," she said, matter-of-fact.
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