Elrohir had woken before the howl, but a grogginess from extreme fatigue had kept him from immediatly finding his bearings as a good night's sleep would have afforded him.
Most of the others were already awake. Elrohir looked down at his brother, who was still asleep with a cloak over his head. A well placed kick sent Elrohir's older twin into action, and a snarky comment was silenced when a second howl tore the area.
Elrohir looked to Arathorn.
"Well?" he asked," What do we do now?"
But he knew the answer and was already fitting his bow with an arrow.
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