BOOM. This action is picking up. Now that I think back, I believe today includes the first kill by our heroes. Yes, even heroes have to kill. Sometimes.
It is decided that the Fellowship must head for Moria. They’ll rest for the night, then leave first thing in the morning. For now, they find a grove of trees and boulders on top of a hill, and make camp there. Considering the wolves will find them anyway, they light a fire. Everyone is on edge as the howls grow closer and closer. Eyes peer out of the darkness. A single wolf moves close to the circle, and Gandalf threatens it. As it jumps forward, Legolas rips open its throat with an arrow. Dead. The rest of the wolves withdraw, clearly cowards.
-Bandobras “Bullroarer” Took: The only hobbit to ever be badass before Bilbo came along. He was tall. So tall, in fact, that he could ride a horse. He also led the hobbits in battle against goblins. He killed the goblin leader by knocking his head off with a club. It flew into a rabbit hole. Golf was invented.
BUT ACTUALLY. I’m not even kidding. Bullroarer Took invented golf. I wish I could provide a direct citation for this, but it’s all over the internet. Search it.
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So…that realization kind of took my thunder for today. I mean, Legolas kills a wolf. That’s pretty cool. And everyone is surprised, too. Gandalf’s being the wordy one, trying to scare the wolf off, and the arrow comes out of nowhere. Bonus points for the element of surprise. And accuracy.
And clearly the rest of the wolves are scared out of their minds. Someone can bring down a leaping wolf with an arrow in the throat like it’s the day’s chores? Probably time to go. Better luck next time, wolfpack. But not.
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Sam’s back at the folksy talk! “But we aren’t etten yet,” he says. Good for you, Samwise.
“Suddenly Frodo started…”