Dwarin limped over to where the horses had been tied. He found that the rope that he had tied his horse "Nim" too had broken. There was no sign of the horse anywhere. Nim had seen almost as many wargs in her day as Dwarin had so she knew what to do. Nim had bolted and, if she was still alive, on her way north to the stables in bree. Dwarin kicked the dust and muttered something in Khuzdul. When he looked up he spotted Haleth crying over the coprse of her horse. He walked over to her and did his best to comfort her.
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