December 6 - 19 weary wargs
5. Warg Fodder - by Agape4Gondor
"Up one hill, down another, lookin' fer halflings. Don't that wizard care that we get tired?"
"Shut yer gob," his rider screamed. "He knows everything. He'll hear ya; then we'll be pickin' yer bones fer supper tonight."
"Sh!" the orc next to him said. "I'm ready for roast warg, with a light cranberry and orange sauce, and some sweet pertaters."
"Some wine and choc'lates. Them kind he brings back when he goes to Gondor. I love them choc'lates." The first orc drooled.
"There could be an accident?" The other wondered.
Nineteen weary wargs, full, came home rider less that night.
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