Aramir in his dying seconds, went and reached for the bulb and held it in his hands. His eyes beamed as though he found the fountain of youth itself! He waved it around like a wand in the middle of the forests, and the trees danced to its tunes. This thing could take us all out of darkness! he thought. A life full of light and no darkness! for a second, he had belief in his heart. Thud! an arrow pierced through the light bulb and there was darkness again. The dying Hylin spoke "That is how we keep you working for us" she said. If we show you light, then you will rise up. But if we keep you in the darkness, then you will not know what to rise up to, she said. Aramir brewed such an anger. That he got up with the light instrument. Walked up to her and pierced her heart with it. He growled a warrior roar as he repeatedly pierced her with it! " Now, you too will not know what light is" he said to her and died by the side of her enemy!
Thronir and Vlohrir had their guns on their hands and walked out the door. We can some of them, but can we kill them all? asked Vlohrir. We sure can, replied Thronir with a smirk. They tapped at the door of the Mithrir. They were welcomed in by his wife. This is all we have, she said to them. All you have is fine by us, replied Thronir and took the bag of money. He just glanced inside and gave it back to her. We shall take it back when we return, he said to her. She did not think otherwise and took it in her hands. Okay then! she said smiling at them.
Mithrir was awake and limped to them, just then. Are you going to kill the Hylin, he asked them. the rich dwarf with a coat hanging by his shoulders. Some of them, replied Thronir. Good! he said and rested himself on the couch. I know who you are, he said to the both of them. We are famous! grinned Vlohrir. No, he said with a serious face, Mithrir. I knew you when you were children, he said. The place turned serious, even Vlohrir was serious! I lived in the same neighborhood as you did! he said to them. And I know what happened to your fathers, he said. Then you know why we fight! said Thronir, changing his tone. Yes, replied Mithrir with a slight shame on his face. If I had my arm right, I too would join in your fight! he said to them. What about your father, did you lose him? asked Thronir. Yes, but only due to old age! replied the dwarf. He sat up straight, Mithrir. Aramir was a legend, the first dwarf to kill a Hylin. Vlohrir fell silent. I know my fathers name rings all around the place, called for his bravery! But it was Blothir who was the brave one, the true leader! They looked at Thronir. Sadness engulfed his face and he was in need of water. He asked for a glass of water, and Mithrir's wife kindly obliged. He drank the water in an instant and let us go! he said to Vlohrir.