Tol-in-Gaurhoth LI: The Pain of Wargs

[Eomer of the Rohirrim]

In the blackest night, a figure entered the ancient hold of the Wargs; and with the first rays of the sun to reach Middle-earth, in stole another.

The walls of Eomer had been studied further, in the gloom of the dusk, and through the night by some Wargs who could find no sleep. Incrementally, more of Eomer’s words were brought to light. Tied by the same rope, they part not, though the master who follows his abettors walks in ignorance, seeing us only. His brother knows him, and is hidden from him, driven by a purpose involving us not heavily; yet the murder of one Warg, as was required for him to enter into and thrive in our council, is the same evil. So we find them, locked in war: it reaches even here. Every night a good Warg slain. Salvific council! Behold thon savage aperture! It splits our delusion and forces the admission of helplessness, of our pain.

Nogrod was found that morning, his guts ripped open. That splendid Warg of unsurpassed intellect among the Elders of that period, his great mind would be lost for time unknown. His fellows were devastated.


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The Living

Legate of Amon Lanc
Thinlómien
Kath
Gwathagor
Shastanis Althreduin
Brinniel
Mithalwen
Diamond
Gollum The Great
Rune Son of Bjarne
Gaunt

The Dead

SamwiseGamgee (Guardian)
Kitanna (Warg)
Groin Redbeard (Warg)
Nogrod (Warg)



Day 3 has begun.