Carl had stayed by the fire as the others left, hoping to speak with the Bull before he went to bed. He nodded as he heard Olo say they must be very careful. That there were reports of Wargs in the area.
‘It’s more than just reports,’ he told them, motioning them near. ‘I wanted to tell you this earlier, but it got lost in the excitement of finding you and Giles and Branda, and in the welcoming of our new travelling companion.’ Carl tapped the burnt pipeweed from his pipebowl against the side of the fireplace, knocking it into the ashes of the firepit.
‘The Wargs are near. I saw their prints cross and recross the road on the east side of the village. They are as hungry as we are from this dreadful winter, and their desperation for food drives them closer to us. It is as the Ranger said, we must be very wary.’
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‘Many are the strange chances of the world,’ said Mithrandir, ‘and help oft shall come from the hands of the weak when the Wise falter.’
– Gandalf in: The Silmarillion, 'Of the Rings of Power and the Third Age'
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