Wargs! Fingil shuddered. He had encountered a fair few of the evil creatures during his time in the northlands and was not eager to renew his acquaintance. Although he had won all of his battles against them, he had been severly hurt in his last encounter and still bore the scar across his upper arm.
"We should keep moving," Fingil suggested, "If we all hold brands and are ready for them. We should make a circle, with the horses inside. If these Wargs are hungry then the horses will alert them."
"Perhaps the Noldorin Lamps will keep them away," Vanimoren suggested.
Fingil, nodded in agreement, "yes, the light of the elder days will certainly avail us."
He turned and patted his horse reassuringly, "don't worry," he whispered, "you'll be fine."
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