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The dwarves were talking in low voices, in some secret tongue. It irritated Lea that they did not care to share their plans with the others even in such a dire situation. She was just about to interrupt their talk with a pointy remark, when the howling came again, much closer this time.
"It is very close," Orin whispered, terrified.
Lea remembered Sam's words that had gone unheard a moment ago. She turned to the hobbit.
"Should we light a fire?" she asked in a fierce voice.
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