Elladan looked to the east where the wolves had disappeared into the shadows. Then he looked to the south and their goal; the Mines of Moria. He shook his head in frustration, then held a quick and whispered conversation with Elrohir. Turning, he addressed his companions.
"We are faced with ill choices," he said. "We will continue on to Moria without delay, but my heart warns me that the wolves may yet have more to say about our quest. We will double our watch in the evenings and will rest only with a fire burning in our camp until we see the Mountains of Moria. Then, of necessity, we must extinguish our campfires but we shall maintain an even closer watch."
As if to affirm his concerns, from the east there came a mournful howl...
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Beleriand, Beleriand,
the borders of the Elven-land.
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