A/N: Before I forget again... Thanks to oo Sexy to have favorited this story and me! ^^

Alright, I'll be nice. I'll give you one more chap to get to the original LOTR mood... :D

Phrases written with italics; Elvish or Athélèrn

Phrases written with bold; thoughts

They kept on walking. But after a while Gimli suddenly gazed up. "Caradhras has not forgiven us", he stated. "He has more snow yet to fling at us if we are to go on. The sooner we go back down the better."

And so, as if to prove the point the mountain unleashed another blizzard, the clouds seen in the horizon now reaching them. And again they were hammered by the cold wind and the gusts of snow, but still they walked forward. Shakiiya now quickened her steps as she and Legolas were walking on the edge beside the others, gazing to the deep ravine at their right side.

The Hobbits, despite their narrowed eyes and the fact that their attention went almost completely to the action of lifting their legs step after step to keep on going, now noted the two slender figures who lightly walked forward. Not being much affected by the raging wind, leaving nothing but slight footprints on the snow being so light by built. Legolas was an Elf so it was no wonder, but Shakiiya… Well, she had Elven blood in her. And she was pretty Elven like in many occasions, though as peculiar all the same.

The pass became even harder for the Hobbits, and the bigger men had to now grab them and help them forward. They were now buried halfway into the snow banks, and Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry felt like their whole bodies would've been frozen and stiff. So they received their comrades' help with all gratitude. Shakiiya stopped and she gazed at them in compassion, then turning to stare at the dark clouds. This new storm wouldn't stop soon. And the Hobbits would indeed freeze to death if this would go on.

Shakiiya now gazed at Legolas who was coming to her through the blizzard, his eyes narrowed as well. Then again she looked at the other men, Gandalf pushing forward with his staff. Legolas stopped next to Shakiiya and opened his eyes now slightly, examining their surroundings. Then he heard more of those foul voices in the wind, it then becoming only one and Shakiiya noticed it too. Now also she looked against the breeze. Yes it was no sound of wind they heard, whispering menacingly.

"There is a fell voice on the air", Legolas stated, peering through the snowfall and the fellowship stopped. Then suddenly Gandalf exclaimed.

"It's Saruman!" he stated out the owner of the voice, and everyone froze. But then the mountain cracked and everyone looked up, seeing big stones tumbling down from the higher cliff, just barely falling past them into the ravine.

"He's trying to bring down the mountain!" Aragorn warned. "Gandalf, we must turn back!"

"No!" Gandalf objected and then stepped to the edge, lifting up his staff. And facing the wind and the rage of the storm he started to chant a spell against the foul voice of Saruman, battling his will against his, everybody just following from the side.

Shakiiya took also a step to the edge, still staring carefully forward as if trying to see Saruman himself far away at his tower. Until then all of a sudden a lightning bolt came down from the clouds and happened what they had feared. Saruman had won this battle of mights, and caused the bolt to hit the cliff above them. Huge mass of piled up snow and more blocks of the cracked mountainside now falling down on them, everyone gazing up again in fright.

Aragorn and Boromir yanked the four Hobbits with them against the wall and Legolas moved fast, grabbing instead Gandalf and pulled him to the shelter, everyone taking cover from the falling mass. And inevitably they were quickly buried under it.

Legolas was the first to push through the snow, glancing around to see had the others survived. Then eventually rest of the companions started to appear from the banks, again Boromir and Aragorn pulling the Hobbits out who weren't able to dig their way out by themselves. Gimli was the last to come to the surface, shaking his head and let out a growl of irritation as tried to get the snow off himself.

"We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan, and take the west road to my city!" Boromir then exclaimed through the screech of the wind, looking at Gandalf.

"The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!" Aragorn now protested.

"If we cannot pass over a mountain, let us go under it! Let us go through the Mines of Moria", Gimli suggested, Gandalf looking at him silent.

There was a small trace of fear in the Wizard's eyes as he thought, pondered their options once more, seeming like listening to a inner voice speaking in his mind. Until finally he made his decision.

"Let the Ring-bearer decide!" he said.

Frodo's head now snapped up and he looked at Sam behind him, who was as miserable as Merry and Pippin. But Boromir was the one to continue.

"We cannot stay here!" he exclaimed. "This will be the death of the Hobbits!"

"Frodo?" Gandalf asked, Frodo again lifting his gaze up to look at him. But then also he decided.

"We will go through the Mines!" Frodo proclaimed, thinking of his fellow kinmen while said these words. And there was again that trace of uncertainty on Gandalf's face, but he nodded in consent.

"So be it", he stated.

Everyone then straightened themselves to prepare for leaving. But then Aragorn stopped.

"Where's Shakiiya?" he wondered. And now everybody noticed she was missing and they gazed around, not seeing her anywhere.

"Is she still buried in here somewhere?" Sam made his question, him and the other Hobbits gazing around the drifts for signs of the female warrior.

"Did she fall?" Pippin then asked, getting suddenly a little energy due worry, and next gazed down to the deep pit as much as he could.

"Did she get caught by the snow?" Boromir also questioned and Legolas leapt on the edge, staring down, his eyes starting to scan the scenery.

"So was the girl won over that easily?" Gimli remarked. "Poor lass. But she should've stayed at home."

But then before any bigger panic could've formed among the fellowship, they then heard a sound of something digging into the ice, it coming closer. And then they saw a staff fly on the landing, submerging into the snow, soon a pair of hands appearing about three feet away from Legolas. Them sticking two daggers on the edge one by one, and then they saw Shakiiya's head pop up into sight. They were relieved by the sight of her.

"Shakiiya!" Pippin exclaimed happily. But she did not answer, as the men then followed her sigh. And taking a firm hold of her daggers she then got a run at it from the cliff she had just climbed and swung around with a volt, the daggers separating also from the icy ledge. And as she was on her feet again one of them dug onto the wall of the landing the fellowship stood, making sure she wouldn't fall back.

Huge cloud of snow landed on the nearest men, as she shook it off from her hair and clothes. She was all covered with the white flakes, looking like some snow fairy appeared in middle of the blizzard, though very annoyed one at that. But when you thought of it, her dark red hair made quite a fascinating contrast with the pure color of the snow…

Legolas was a bit dumbfounded while stared at her, but he then smiled as well relieved, meeting Shakiiya's gaze briefly as she now pulled her other dagger out of the wall.

"What are you thinking now, master Dwarf?" Shakiiya asked, pushing the short blades back in her belt. "Was I won over that easily?"

Gimli was as well a bit surprised and he did not care to answer.

"Did you slip?" Aragorn exclaimed his question, and Shakiiya hopped onto the drift from the yap she had sunken into, walking to him.

"I tried to avoid a rock and accidentally fell back into the ravine", she answered, but then shrugged. "But that's that. I'm alive."

"We're going back", Boromir then shouted, meeting also her eyes. "This place is too much for the Hobbits."

Shakiiya nodded, then starting to walk past them to the other direction, Legolas following her steps. And so they now tried to make it back the same path they had proceeded, but noticed it to be very tricky by the immense amount of snow piled on the ledge.

"If Gandalf would go before holding a bright flame, he might melt a path for you", Legolas suggested then, turning to face his companions.

"There is a double amount of snow comparing to the time we came here", Shakiiya added. "Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin will never make it through these banks."

"If Elves could fly over the mountains they might fetch the sun to save us", Gandalf retorted back to Legolas' remark. "I must have something to work on. I cannot burn snow."

"Well, when heads are at loss bodies must serve, as they say in my country!" Boromir then cut in. "The strongest of us will seek a way. Look! All is deep in snow, but our path turned up after we came around that cape of the cliff! There the snow started to oppress us the first time. If we could get back to that place, it would prove easier beyond. I do not believe it to be more than one furlong away."

"Let us clear the way to there then, you and me!" Aragorn replied. And now he let go of the Hobbits he had been holding, and strode to the front of the line with Boromir.

So as the strongest and tallest of the men they then started their work, Aragorn following Boromir who was more sturdy of the two, both of them scooping their way forward with their arms. Slowly creating a path for the rest of the fellowship to follow. Their job turned out to be much harder than thought, as at some place the snow reached their chests and often they were completely submerged under the drifts.

Shakiiya walked next to them, trying to find the easiest path for the men to empty, digging her staff down into the snow again to deduce the depth of it. But mostly it looked like a broad, thick mass everywhere. So it was quite impossible to try to help them. Legolas was examining the men rather amused, who looked like swimming in the snow, as also walked by them. But then he turned to face the others.

"Strongest shall clear the way you say?" he stated questionably, as well amused and Shakiiya turned to look at him. "But I'll say; let a plowman plow, but the one best to swim is an otter. And best one to run over the grass and leaves or snow- is an Elf", he continued. Shakiiya lifted her brows but got his sarcasm, looking now slightly amused herself.

Legolas then leapt on the drift next to her and started to walk forward, passing his companions with as airy steps as always, a smile on his lips. He waved his hand.

"Farewell!" he exclaimed. "I'll go fetch the sun!"

And then the fellowship followed as Legolas started to run, as airily as had walked and fast. Shakiiya shook her head and sent a frown after him. Elves…

"I'll go make sure his body doesn't follow his head to the skies!" she said then, all the pairs of eyes now turning to her. And as quickly she took off after the Elf, not taking long before she had reached him and actually passed him, them both then running past Aragon and Boromir. And not a second after both of them vanished from sight behind the cliff.

And eventually the rest of the fellowship also lost their sight of the two men blazing a trail through the cold white mass, as they stayed still waiting. Hobbits sitting attached to each other, as tried to hold the cold at bay. But about one long hour later Legolas returned, without Shakiiya, and Aragorn and Boromir followed not far behind. Pushing now back up toward the place they had earlier departed.

"Truthfully speaking, I have not brought you the sun!" Legolas said to his comrades who had stayed as stopped next to them, reaching them before the two other men. "It wanders on the blue fields of the south, and small wisp of snow on top of Redhorn doesn't make it worry. But I have brought a ray of hope to those who are doomed to wander on foot. The biggest of drifts is right behind the corner, and into that our strong men were about to bury under. They were under desperation, but then Shakiiya and I arrived and we told them that the drift wasn't thicker than a wall. And at the other side of it the snow quickly lessens so that lower there is only an amount of a thin mattress, which barely cools Hobbit toes. But by the help of Shakiiya the path has now been cleared more or less."

"Where is Shakiiya?" Frodo questioned and Legolas smiled.

"She stayed behind to modify the path as easy to follow as possible", he answered.

"As I said. That wasn't an ordinary storm", Gimli stated then grimly, eyeing at the heights of the mountain. "That was the burst of the evil will of Charadras. It doesn't love Elves nor Dwarves, and that bank has been put there to stop our way back."

"But luckily your Caradhras has forgotten you have Humans with you", said Boromir, who at the same moment reached the top of the hill. "Brave Men, and besides, even possibly lesser Men equipped with shovels would've been more use to you. We have however pierced a path for you through the drift; and for that can be thankful all those who cannot run with as light steps as Elves."

"But how can we get down, to there where you cleared a way to the drift?" Pippin asked helpless, talking for all of his kin present who pondered the same thing. But Boromir then grinned.

"Worry not!" he answered. "I am tired, but I still have some strength as has Aragorn. We carry the little folk! The others probably are able to walk the path after us. And Shakiiya is there to make the path even easier to follow. Come Mr. Peregrin! I start with you."

He then heaved Pippin on his back. "Hold on! I need my hands!"

He then started to walk forward on the made path, Aragorn following, carrying Merry on his back. But then they met Shakiiya who came running up the hill, seeing the men carrying the Hobbits. And then following their example she hurried over to Frodo and Sam, smiling at them maybe even a little suspiciously. She didn't have her weapons with her.

"Shall I carry both of you?" she asked in mischief, tilting her head, but let out a laugh as saw their expressions.

She then took a hold of Frodo and amazed him by flipping him easily on her back, as if he was only a bag of feathers. Shakiiya then followed the men, jogging behind Aragorn. As they walked, the men noted that the path they had made was now broader and clearer, apparently due of the work of Shakiiya, before she had returned back to the fellowship. And so eventually after a while of walking they reached the wall Legolas had talked about, it truly creating an obstacle on their way. But indeed there was a hole in it which the men had created, them now walking under it.

At the other side the Hobbits were placed on the ground next to Legolas, who had reached the place before anyone else. Frodo now noticed a pile of weapons a bit farther away, and next watched Shakiiya walk over there after placing him down next to Merry.

Frodo wondered if it really were so that she had also helped to make the passage. If so, what had she used? But then he got his answer, though not so credible as he saw Shakiiya hold up her staff, which was soaked wet by the melted snow. She quickly put on the rest of her numerous weapons and returned to the others, waiting the rest of their company to come along the path. And it didn't take but a moment when they saw Gandalf walk along it with Bil the pony, Gimli sitting on top of him, Aragorn trailing behind with Sam. And then all of the companions had reached the start of the unlucky path once more.

But immediately as the last ones had arrived, there was a loud tolling sound heard behind them. And as they turned, they saw another thick mass of fresh snow fall down. Now covering the path they had just walked, them now retreating against the cliff again to avoid it. Shakiiya lifted an eyebrow as Gimli directed another sour look to the mountain.

"Enough! That is enough already!" he exclaimed to it. "We are leaving as soon as we are capable of!"

Gimli marched forward, passing Shakiiya and Legolas who were examining him quite amused. Shakiiya then took a couple of strides after him and leant down toward him.

"Don't you think shouting at it will surface its anger again?" she asked a bit teasingly, but made Gimli truly look worried. He said nothing during the journey all the way down from the mountain, which the fellowship did with no brakes.

But then in middle of their walk again a shriek they all now recognized carried from somewhere. All of them glanced around, trying to find Shakiiya's falcon with their eyes, but failed as it suddenly appeared out of thin air on Gandalf's shoulder. His feathers were all covered in snow too.

"He made it!" Frodo noted as gazed at the bird, who answered with a small shriek. Shakiiya smiled.

"Didn't I tell you he's much smarter than ordinary birds?" she questioned back.

As if asked Khôr then shook itself, all the dust of snow flying on Gimli whose face made his companions and especially Legolas smirk amused, when the bird then obediently first flew on Shakiiya's arm. But the others noticed how Shakiiya's extended left arm suddenly twitched backwards just as Khôr hopped on it, her making a slight grimace. But which vanished as quickly. She acted as if nothing had happened, smoothing the bird's feathers for a short moment.

"What was that?" Frodo asked, Shakiiya looking down at him. "Is your arm alright?"

"It is", Shakiiya said simply, but the Hobbit caught slight gloomy glimpse in her eyes. Regret maybe? She then turned her eyes away from him. "But it will never be the same as once before."

All nine wondered the meaning of her words. But Shakiiya did not seem to give them more information, as then threw Khôr into the air after his quick presentation, him soon vanishing again from plain eyes.

"Wargs have come to the west side of the mountains!" Aragorn stated suddenly, as the companions were making their way forward.

"So is it that we have to wait till morning?" Gandalf asked from him, looking rather troubled. "The matters are as I feared. The hunt has begun! Even if we live to see the dawn, who now would wish to travel south by night wild wolves after them?"

Everyone exchanged a bit nervous looks. But Shakiiya was again observing their surroundings completely calm, nearly expressionless, to notice if there indeed were any glowing eyes looking at them from all the time growing darkness. She yet did not hear any alarming rustling of the dry grass or any low growling, not to mention howling of the said muts. Everything sounded and looked normal.

"How far is Moria?" Boromir queried then.

"There used to be a door at the southwest of Caradhras, fifteen versts as the bird flies, and possibly twenty versts as the wolf runs", Gandalf answered. His voice had been very serious and it didn't give any hope to the companions. They still had quite a journey to go through, wolves swarming around them. That didn't sound good.

"Let us leave immediately tomorrow morning when it's bright, if possible", Boromir stated, glancing around as well suspiciously, imagining seeing those pairs of hungry eyes from the bushes Shakiiya had been searching for a while now. "The wolf that one hears is worse than the Orc that one fears."

"That is true", stated Aragorn. "But where the Warg howls, there also the Orc prowls."

Now all in the fellowship made sure their weapons were easy to get into use, if any wolves would come at them that night. Still eyeing at the surroundings and her companions Shakiiya thought a moment, until she then walked to Legolas, handing him her bag.

"Could you take care of this for me?" she asked, small hint of smile on her lips as the Elf indeed received it, looking back at her questionably.

"Why?" he did ask. Shakiiya turned to look around again.

"I have some hunting to do if needed", she answered, but half to herself until then gave a thankful nod to Legolas. And as a confirmation to her words, there were suddenly distant, but frightening howls of the beasts ringing in the air. Filling the Hobbits with fear.

Shakiiya frowned. And now having only her weapons she started to walk toward the open ground, directing her steps toward the bushes surrounding the small open space they had stopped at, her hand resting on her hunting knife's handle. Until Pippin's voice then reached her ears.

"I wish I would've listened Elrond's advice!" he said hopeless to Sam. "I'm as good as nothing! I don't have enough Bandobras Took in me: this howling chills my blood. I don't remember ever feeling myself so wretched."

"My heart's right down at my toes, master Pippin. But we haven't been eaten yet, and we have some tough folk with us. Whatever is out there for old Gandalf, it certainly isn't the stomach of a wolf."

"Sam is right Pippin", Shakiiya then cut in. And the Hobbits gasped as she came to them, smiling a bit reassuringly. Shakiiya gazed at Gandalf briefly.

"Mithrandir has been in much tougher situations than this, and Sam is right about the fact that he won't become the meal of a wolf that's for sure."

"But I'm just so ashamed", Pippin continued, looking down. "I think I'm not brave enough to face everything we have to come across to success in our journey, if I cannot even handle a mere howl of a wolf."

Shakiiya then examined Pippin for a moment measuring until sighed, tilting her head. "You don't have to be ashamed of it. As also I, when I hear a howling of a wolf, feel an old fear flicker in me which makes my blood run cold", she admitted.

As Pippin and Sam now lifted their gazes, they were surprised by a horrible scar which was revealed to cover the back of Shakiiya's neck as she lifted her hair up and removed her jacket, it continuing down under her left shoulder. Ruining her perfect smooth skin, turning it ugly.

"Did… Did a wolf do that?" Pippin asked, a bit paled and Shakiiya nodded.

"I was young and foolhardy. I was tracking a small herd of Wargs spotted near our borders. And during the chase after managing to kill two of them, two others attacked me. I was able to escape from the other, but could do nothing as the other jumped at me and sank its teeth into me", Shakiiya told them truthfully.

The Hobbits and few others close enough to hear said nothing, just stared at her. Legolas also saw a glimpse of the scar as she then let her hair fall down, strapping her jacket back on.

"That is why my arm can never function as perfectly as in my youth. There is a piece of a Warg fang stuck in my muscles, which couldn't be taken out. And now it remains there, creating stings at some moments, which make my arm twitch."

"Is it painful?" Pippin inquired in pity, horrified by the gruesome marks of ripping Warg fangs on Shakiiya's skin. She dropped her gaze.

"Yes, sometimes very painful. But I care not of it, as the pain is only a reminder of my own stupidity. I have learnt my lesson."

"Then…how did you survive?" Sam asked in awe. Shakiiya let out a laugh.

"My mother came and rescued me. She was furious after noticing me to have slipped with the group ordered to track the beasts, and luckily happened to come upon me before I was killed", Shakiiya answered. Aragorn then smirked.

"Sounds like someone else I've met. She's a lot like you", he remarked, now meeting Shakiiya's eyes. She nodded.

"Yes. But Píríel still has a lot to learn, as had I at her age."

Shakiiya then gave Pippin and Sam last look before walked away.

"Where are you going?" Pippin asked again, Shakiiya circling around during the walk.

"I'm going to scout the area in case of these wolves", she replied. "Do not shame yourselves you two! Everyone fear of something, was it facing an army of deadly enemies, or just telling others you love them! There are all kinds of fears we are made of, and which make us who we are!"

The Hobbits looked after her as she again turned and vanished into the bushes, not creating more than a small rustle of leaves. Aragorn then looked at them.

"She's right", he agreed. "All of us are anxious about the wolves. You're not the only ones worried."

"Where did the lass go?" Gimli then asked as well.

"She said she was going to check were there any wolves around here", Sam answered and the men exchanged looks, but let the subject there.

"Will she be alright by herself, if there really are wolves close by?" Frodo questioned. But was surprised as Gandalf let out a laugh.

"She'll be fine! Last I visited her home village, I learnt she had taken down a bear all by herself in middle of hunting. Even with her disability, she still is extremely dangerous when her rage is stirred. Especially then."

"A bear?" Merry repeated looking disbelieving, Legolas' eyes widening slightly next to him. "You must be joking, Gandalf."

"I am not!" Gandalf said loudly, narrowing his eyes. "I never jest Merry. Not in matters as these. No, in fact it was the very same bear fur you and you other three were sleeping soundly on during our stay at Shakiiya's home village!"

The Hobbits froze as Gandalf had pointed them while talked, indeed remembering the black bear fur they had used as a bed. Aragorn lifted his brows.

"Then she'll be more than fine", he stated, not the least worried then and continued his work with the firewood.

"You heard Aragorn", Gandalf said seriously. But then his eyes twinked as he was recalling something rather amusing. "Yes, I dare say she is safer out there scouting than we are."

They then prepared a fire on top of a small hill, in middle of the trees which rounded the small rocks scattered around it. They took their places, half fearing to hear the howls coming all the time nearer to their camp, but half ready for action. Some of them nevertheless losing the battle against tiredness from time to time. The howling did start getting louder and louder around them all the time, and Bil was so scared it didn't move a muscle from Sam's side, the sounds nearing and retreating in turns.

At some time of the night they started to see the first pairs of dangerous eyes peer at them over the hill. But in the darkness they didn't see anything else than those glowing irises, low growl reaching into their ears however. But eventually one form of a wolf came forward, staring at them much closer, then letting out a howl which made the companions blood stop flowing. It ripped the air and was answered with countless others, some father and some almost behind it, more and more eyes starting to appear in the shadows.

"Listen you hound of Sauron!" Gandalf then bellowed as stood up, staring at the concluded leader wolf, holding up his staff threateningly. "Gandalf is here! Fly, if your value your foul skin! I'll shrivel you from tail to snout if you come within this ring!"

The scarred and big wolf growled, not fearing Gandalf's threat. But then the night air was pierced by new howls. Only this time they were as chilling groans of pained animals, as some of the wolves a bit farther away met up with something which then made even the leader wolf a bit wary.

The fellowship listened in confusion as the hurt yelps of the wolves came closer. Until they got the explanation, as saw two of the nearest wolves fall down behind their leader after letting out same kind of moans of pain. And suddenly Shakiiya appeared in front of them, falling onto the ground and crouched, facing the leader wolf.

The wolf growled, showing its teeth. And in a blink of an eye Shakiiya stood up just as it jumped, its jaws clicking around her staff, and Shakiiya made a volt backwards with a shout which itself could've set fear into the hearts of those creatures. The wolf hit on the ground with force, as she herself landed on her feet behind it. And before it could stand up to another attack, she flung the staff quickly, it hitting now on the wolf's chest and sending it flying many meters away behind the top of the hill. Shakiiya hit the staff on the ground.

"That was for the scar", Shakiiya then said to herself as let out a sigh, relaxing for a moment, when the other wolves now took steps away after seeing their leader to be beaten.

"You mean that was the wolf which…?" Pippin was about to ask, but Gandalf cut him off.

"Now is not the time for useless questions!" he exclaimed. And again strode forward as the leader wolf had came back on the hill, now even more angry, drool dripping between its teeth. And as Gandalf took one more step toward it, it let out a louder growl and finally sprung into a long leap. This time in order to attack Gandalf.

But then Legolas was quick to react and he drew his bow, his arrow flying through the air in the next second, and it hit the wolf in middle of the leap. The wolf let out the most horrible yelp so far and fell on the ground, now dead. Legolas had killed it. And seeing their leader now die in front of their eyes, the rest of the wolves then retreated immediately, all of the eyes vanishing around the hill. And the rest of the night was quiet and they heard not a single howl near or far.

But as the wolves now left, Shakiiya then sighed and twisted her neck.

"I'll be back soon", she told them, and again left for a while before anyone could ask anything. She went to gather the bodies of the wolves she had killed and hid them, so that there wouldn't be any trace of them if any Orcs would happen to arrive to the scene later on. Then after that she returned to her companions, finally receiving her bag from Legolas.

Everyone then relaxed, thinking they had been saved from the threat of wolves. But their thoughts proved to be wrong early in the morning. The wolf pack came back with even greater numbers, as their intention to have revenge on the death of their leader. But after Aragorn brought down their new leader and the others managed to kill some of the chief wolves, the battle didn't last long, as the beasts understood it would be for nothing to keep on getting killed by this group of travelers. So in the end they were saved again, as the wolves retreated and never returned this time.

"What did I tell you Mr. Pippin?" Sam said, as put away his weapon. "Wolves won't get him! But what a wake-up call I say! Nearly singed the hair off my head!"

Shakiiya smirked as also lowered her staff, until gave the fireplace a look. Gandalf had ordered them to put more wood in it when the new attack had come. But she then looked at the tree he had lit in fire with a spell to scare the wolves away, which had succeeded, but Shakiiya still looked at it with lifted eyebrows. No matter what anyone said, Wizards were show offs.