Source: Pre LotR
Disclaimer: Tolkien’s imagined world... Kortirion’s imagined moment...
Notes: Read 'With No Pity' first.
We hunted the animals through the forest before tracking them to their lairs in the high mountains – they are abominations. They must die. Ithil was generous; it showed the path clearly until we finally saw them below us, feasting on flesh profaned by their hands. Oh vengeance would taste sweet on my aching blade!
No one shouted. None gave the kindness of forewarning the up-coming slaughter... why should we? They had fallen like fiends, biting, ripping... they’d taken her with them, and we must bring her home... whatever we found there – whatever was left...
Lady Celebrian - forgive us our tardiness.