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The Wargs could smell them as they climbed up the mountains. There were ten of them one wizard, two men, one elf, one dwarf, one pony, and four scents that were unrecognizable. Those four scents baffled the Wargs. What could they be? One old Warg remembered a similar scent from long ago, but he just could not put a name to it. The Crebian, black crows that acted as spies, had told the Wargs that the party was crossing the area men called Hollin, but that had been days ago. The Wargs still had plenty of time to gather and to plan. They knew the travelers would not be able to make it over the mountains, for snow had come early, covering all the paths except one.

For now the Wargs were worried about the wizard's presence. Some of the elders remembered Gandalf. He was the wizard who had shot fireballs on them. That was an embarrassing memory for many of the Wargs, but this time the pack would be ready.

As predicted, the travelers had to come down from the Caradhras. The Warg scouts also reported that the travelers were weary and cold. This was good news. Now the attack would be easier, but the Wargs knew they still had to be careful. Underestimating an enemy was a careless thing to do, and Wargs were not careless.

The travelers had stopped for the night and were now speaking about where to go next. Moria was mentioned and even the scouts shuddered at the thought of that place. Every Warg knew that Moria was crawling with Orcs, but that is not what scared them. No, Orcs were sometimes their allies so Wargs were raised not to fear them. What scared the Wargs was the ancient evil which had been awakened by the dwarves. This evil could wipe out the entire pack and more. The Wargs avoided Moria as much as possible. They knew there was only one entrance the travelers would take and that was guarded by the water-dweller. They still had time to plan, but at this moment they made their presence known my howling. This would put fear in the hearts of all who heard them.

After a few minutes of howling, the leaders of the pack decided it was time to attack the group while the Wargs still had the cover of darkness. They began approaching the hilltop where their targets lay sleeping. The first leader approached and the wizard Gandalf saw him, giving a warning to retreat. Out of utter defiance the Warg howled and leapt at Gandalf. All the other Wargs looked on in outrage as their leader was shot down by the Elf. The death of one of their leaders urged them ever closer to their captives. The battle had begun. All the travelers sprang up, drawing their swords, but this did not frighten the Wargs.

As the Wargs advanced toward the fire they began to attack. As their great leader went to bite one of the men, his neck was pierced by the man's sword. This death made the Wargs hesitate for an instant and during that time the old wizard, Gandalf, ignited the surrounding trees.

It was seventy years ago all over again. Wargs were on fire and being slaughtered. The remaining members of the pack retreated. Their attack on the travelers was too soon. The Wargs knew they should have waited. Now all they could do was put their tails between their legs and run away in shame. This battle was over.

The Wargs sent out many howls and scouts to gather all the Wargs around the Misty Mountains. They would chase the group to the Gates of Moria and then they would have their revenge. After killing the group of peoples, the Wargs would head to Isengard. The Orcs had sent messages stating they were going to war and needed the Wargs as allies once again. The Wargs were excited about the approaching war against the Rohirrim. There would be much feasting afterward, but now the Wargs turned their attention to Moria where their prey was trapped.

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