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04-11-2003, 12:52 PM | #11 |
Spirit of Mist
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The wolves circled the group warily, taking care to not stray too close to the burning torches or the blue light of the lamps. Their growls and howls were unceasing as the Elves stood with weapons at ready awaiting the onslaught. But each time a wolf approached, it was met with a burning brand or a blade and was forced to turn away.
"The Wargs," cried Elladan. "They must be slain or they will harass us day and night. The others will flee if the Wargs fall!" He took a step forward and cried "Elbereth Gilthoniel!" As if in response, his lamp flared bright, its light burning into the eyes of the wolves. The lesser animals whined and made as if to retreat but the Wargs stood their ground. Growling and gnashing their teeth, two padded over to face Elladan, their eyes gleaming red in the night. The third Warg sidled over as well, but veered suddenly to the side and with an unearthly howl leaped at Tintallë, knocking him to the ground. Before any could come to the aid of the Elf, the pack howled as one and attacked...
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