Character: Erm... a fox
Disclaimer: Not mine. No, no, no. Not at all.
A fox passing through the wood on business of his own stopped several minutes and sniffed.
‘Hobbits!’ he thought. ‘Well, what next? I have heard of strange doings in this land, but I have seldom heard of a hobbit sleeping out of doors under a tree. Three of them!'
-- The Fellowship of the Ring
The first smelled of earth and growing things… of wood smoke, hearth and home.
The second smelled of youth, and boundless energy… surging growth untouched by the bite of hunger or fear.
The third… the third smelled of parchment and pipeweed… and loss.
But there was something… more…
The fox jumped, and backed away. A glint of gold, a whiff of dark power... cunning and trickery to surpass his own.
And just as the fox did not bark when he would steal the lamb, this scent waited… silent and deadly.
But the fox knew, it had already snared its prey.