Khelek struggled and whined softly as the Orcs dragged him along. He was just a pup, pure white, and from the valley of Rivendell, where Lord Elrond would regard them with pleasure and admire their qualities of cunning, swiftness, and strength. But now Orcs had started drawing dangerously close, and had taken him and his kin away from the blessed valley. Khelek whined again and the Orcs kicked him, laughing as they did so. A Warg snarled at him, wanting to taste meat.
Khelek whined to himself, but picked up a familiar scent, or at least one that was remotely familiar, and it soothed him. The scent of Elves nearby. All he had to do was escape from the Orcs and find them, and everything would be all right, and soon he would once again be carressed gently by Celebrian and licking Elrond's face.
But no, wait, that would not happen. News had arrived just days before Celebrian had been taken by Orcs as she returned from a journey from Lorien, her parents' land. The Orcs were drawing dangerously near, and nowhere in Middle-earth could escape the long stretch of evil.
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"What shall we do, what shall we do!" he cried. "Escaping goblins to be caught be wolves!"
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