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dreamflowerHere we have "W":
Rating: PG
Summary: …An encounter shortly after Caradhras…(a droubble--200 words)
W: LIKE A WET WARG
With a howl of rage, he led the pack into a nearby stream. Cold the water, rimmed with a crust of ice, but it eased the burning. His pelt stank of fire. He came out of the water, glaring uphill at the blaze above, and the two figures glowing with another more painful light. One of the hated Elf-kind; the other beyond anything he’d ever encountered. Seven other figures ranged around, clutching bright steel. Over the heart of one of the smallest the sweet scent of power, small and strong, that had drawn the pack.
His brother, their chieftain, coveted that sweet token, whatever It might be. He would have become the mightiest of Wargs, and the pack could go ravening over the lands of Men and Orcs alike devouring all, mighty in power as long-ago Warg-kind had been when their chief had been the One Who Sits in Darkness in the South. Blood and bone would be theirs; none would escape their maws. But the burning arrow put an end to Brother.
Now he was leader of the pack. With a satisfied growl he led the rest away. Dawn would see an end to the bodies of their dead.
Rating: PG
Summary: …An encounter shortly after Caradhras…(a droubble--200 words)
W: LIKE A WET WARG
With a howl of rage, he led the pack into a nearby stream. Cold the water, rimmed with a crust of ice, but it eased the burning. His pelt stank of fire. He came out of the water, glaring uphill at the blaze above, and the two figures glowing with another more painful light. One of the hated Elf-kind; the other beyond anything he’d ever encountered. Seven other figures ranged around, clutching bright steel. Over the heart of one of the smallest the sweet scent of power, small and strong, that had drawn the pack.
His brother, their chieftain, coveted that sweet token, whatever It might be. He would have become the mightiest of Wargs, and the pack could go ravening over the lands of Men and Orcs alike devouring all, mighty in power as long-ago Warg-kind had been when their chief had been the One Who Sits in Darkness in the South. Blood and bone would be theirs; none would escape their maws. But the burning arrow put an end to Brother.
Now he was leader of the pack. With a satisfied growl he led the rest away. Dawn would see an end to the bodies of their dead.