My eyes rapidly searched the room, but the sword must’ve been hidden. My arm began to bleed; I hadn’t imagined being so close to the sword would be so painful.

I felt a large hand grip my shoulder and a blade press against my back. “Don’t move,” a deep voice said. “If you want the sword that badly, I’ll make a bargain with you. You lead Faramir here and the sword is yours. Otherwise, don’t come back. I will not let you leave with your life twice.”

Three men quite literally threw me out fo the tower. I was relieved that my scar was starting to fade aagain, but my back ached. Cobblestone streets are not kind to people who fall on them.