The dark elf had found a small alcove where they could spend the rest of the night and rest. Rûdhchamion decided it was safe to light a small fire and had gathered some dried twigs and leaves. He had left the pup with Anarya and was gone for only a few moments, then returned with a brace of rabbits.
He dressed and pitted the rabbits, all the while keeping silent. Setting his catch on the fire he let it roast. He casted a glance at the Anarya and the wolfpup, before turning his attention once more to his chore. Once it was cooked, he took both rabbits and sat next to Anarya and the white pup.
“Well, little Khelek, enjoy your meal and rest with the fair maiden Anarya. Tomorrow we continue our task. You are a long way from home!”
The wolf-pup’s presence was troubling. Rûdhchamion had heard of white wolves before, but those who served the Dark Lord long ago. But from what he had “read” from little Khelek, he had come all the way from Imladris! Though it would be no suprise if he was to be bred into the orcs’ warg hunting group.
He looked at Anarya finally. He had been upset that she could do something so impulsively. But seeing she was alright, he decided he was not angry, but relieved she was not sorely hurt.
“Rest,” he told her. “I will keep watch.”
He then took his bow and arrow and began his vigil.
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