[piosenniel]

The Dunlending dog lends its voice to Beroth’s song . . .

The two Dunlendings watched from their vantage point as the group of Rangers and Elves fixed a meager morning meal, and then gathering their possessions, started off down the road. They noted that it was one of the men, and not the Elves, who was the leader of the group. “Arathorn”, they heard someone call him.

From the cover of the bushes and trees set off from the sides of the road, the two outlaws followed at a distance from the center of the group. With them were two of their great hunting dogs, said to be bred from the wolves that lived in what was once their people’s homeland. One of the men in the group they watched had begun to sing. In a wavering, thin voice he had started his song, and at the nods and smiles of his companions, his voice gathered strength.

The dogs twitched their ears at this curious sound and growled low to each other. One of them, thinking to join in the odd howling, raised his own voce in a long, drawn out howl of his own, which was quickly silenced by his owner . . .