Ragnarok and the Wargs had rested in woods that nestled by the roadside, hidden by a drift of snow. Their sleep was a fitful one, disturbed by the pain of hunger and the strong smell of food in their nostrils. They knew that the meal they had been tracking for the last few days was close. They took rest in hope of gaining enough energy to take it on.
They were oblivious that the hobbits were already aware of them and were about to take them on, not by violent means, but by cunning for that is the little creatures' wont.
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Auriel
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