Tol-in-Gaurhoth (Isle of Werewolves)

[Feanor of the Peredhil]

Thank you for the offer, dear, but it'll only be in the coldest months where my sheep can't wander far that I'll take you up on it. Other'n that, I'll be sleeping under the stars with nothing to protect my poor lambs from wolves but a very hard cudgel. They aren't fond of it, oh let me tell you. If you hear a'howlin' from those mountain fields, you can bet those wolves are getting what for. Of course if you hear screaming, I can't guarantee my own safety... they tend to travel in packs, you know. It's times like these I wish my dear Barbosamir hadn't engaged in piracy and had his ship sunken in the depths of the sea by the King's Men, but such is life. One gets used to loneliness, you know.