[*Varda*]

Olo awoke with a sudden start as Mirabella shook him.

“What? What is it?” he asked, seeing a look of worry in Mirabella’s eyes.

“There’s something out there,” she said, swallowing. “Two yellow eyes…help me wake everyone up!” Olo did so, shaking Ferd and Ama awake, as resounding groans went through the camp, until everyone realised the reason for the situation. The hobbits sat up anxiously, unsure of what to do. Their faces were filled with a mixture of fear, apprehension, and Olo bit his lip. What was out there? How would they deal with it?

Fumbling around on the ground in the inky darkness, from which the glowing eyes peered, Olo’s hand closed around a large stone, sharp and cold. Lifting it in his hand, he stood up, tense and rigid, waiting to see what was advancing towards them, his small figure trying to look brave in the shadows.