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When the elves awoke, they were surprised and relieved to find their numbers the same as when they had retired. Perhaps the evil had been vanquished, all the possessed sent to their deaths? Or maybe the spirits that had warped the minds and bodies of their companions had simply vanished, leaving their former hosts bewildered and riddled with guilt, but no longer wolves at all?
It could have been so, but the area of trampled grass near the place where many of them had slept suggested otherwise. The tracks crossed and tangled with one another, but some were like those of a wolf, and some were not. It appeared a battle had taken place while they had slept, too worn out from the horrors of the last three days to be awakened by the noise.
The living:
Glirdan
A Little Green
elronds_daughter
Nerwen
Loslote
wilwarin538
Legate of Amon Lanc
satansaloser2005
the phantom
Boromir88
Mithalwen
Anguirel
The dead:
Macalaure
Rikae
Mänwe
Nogrod
Blind Guardian
Feanor of the Peredhil
Aganzir
Shastanis Althreduin
Thinlómien
Nessa Telrunya
It is now Day 4.
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