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AND CLAIMER: I Do own Vannora(who is also known as Evelyn ) so please do not use her without my permision thank you
What the Pony heard
A whisper of dread danced on the wings of the wind that morning, and as it passed through the trees the forest fell fearfully silent. The birds that had been chattering only moments before were now cowering and silent in their trees. Even the squirrels hid in the shadows not daring to come out until the evil had passed. The ponies, that bore the Company of Thorin Oakenshield, could feel it too. It clawed up their spines and gnawed at their senses, hunters where coming and they were coming fast. The ponies screamed and bucked as the scent grew nearer to them, an evil that went unseen by their dwarven masters. But, the ponies sharp ears could hear the soft padding of warg paws and bare feet, as they ran past the company. The hunters were so close when they passed, that when poor Bungle heard a vicious snarl off to his right he bolted with all the speed he could muster.
In all the fuss and bother of recapturing Bungle, neither the dwarves or the sharp eared hobbit heard the muffled whines of dieing wargs, nor did they ever hear the sharp snap of ork necks. Minty could hear though, she flicked her ears in the direction of the fighting and lifted her velvety nose into the wind. The putrid filth of ork and warg was easy enough for her to identify, but whatever was killing them was a mystery. It wasn't like any other animal she had ever smell before, it smelled of jasmine and magic. Not the kind of magic that made her fur stand on end, like that wizard who traveled with them at times. No, this was wild magic, an ancient power that had not been felt in Middle Earth since before first age. It called to her soul, it sang to her of a forgotten age of freedom, it filled her with an overwhelming sense of calm. She wanted to be closer to it, but she could no longer hear where it was.
Silence screamed in Minty's ears as she strained to hear the outcome of the battle. But, a tap from her riders boots told her it was time to move. So on they marched, ever closer to the sill strong scent of warg, ork, and whatever that wonderful smell was.
A's. Note.. Alright so here what is goin down whenever I post a new chapter for this story i will be posting up a comic that goes with it on my Deviantart account, the link to that is in my profile or if that is to complicated to find just copy and paste the image address at the bottom of this note. Please check out the art for this its actualy realy cool if i do say so myself:)