[Fëanor is making his way to the center of the city, the altar room, the source of all the bad magic, when he hears footsteps approaching from either side.

He pauses and steps back against the wall, sinking into the shadows, trying to discern if they are friends or foes, when he realizes it is Theoden approaching from his right, and cult members, carrying a torch and speaking with great urgency about the missing captive, from his left.

He steps in front Theoden, blocking him from the view of the cult members, and uses both the swords he is carrying to cut them down. Then he turns.]

Hello, Theo.