Khelek growled and squirmed in his place in the trees. An uneasy feeling had been growing in him as they strayed nearer and nearer to Dol Goldur. A strange vision caused him to whimper in pain. Large hodded figures were looming up in his vision, with breaths like icy wind. Daggers glinted in the pale light and their glowing eyes bore into him. Shrieks of pain shrilled his ears. Khelek shook his head to find that he was still in the tree.
What is it? Rûdhchamion asked weakly, as if from the distance.
The hooded figures, Khelek answered, still frightened. There is one coming! There is something about them... they are not the Nazgul of the Dark Lord... less terrifying, and not more than mere wisps of shadow... but... Khelek trailed off.
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"What shall we do, what shall we do!" he cried. "Escaping goblins to be caught be wolves!"
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