The last remaining Warg snapped at Elladan forcing him back a step. Then the beast howled and loped away, followed by the remainder of the pack. Elladan dropped his sword and seized his bow, but by the time he had nocked an arrow, the wolves had melted into the night.
Elrohir shook his head grimly. "If we track them, we must turn aside from our quest," he said. "But if we do not, then we will likely face this foe again. They will return, perhaps greater in numbers. This is an ill chance to have encountered these beasts."
He turned to the others. "What shall we do? Shall we follow the Warg and his pack, or continue along our road?"
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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