Rating: Teens
Warnings: implied murder, implied unwitting genocide
Genres: horror, tragedy
Length: single drabble
Summary: Little hairy brutes are invading the land. What is left other than fight?
Notes: In the published Silm, it is said that in their early times, the Dwarves are hunted by the Sindarin folks, because they are thought to be the minions of Morgoth.
Author's Ramblings: I'm very, very, very sorry for seeming to have abandoned my stories, folks. Please rest assured that, should I choose to abandon any of my stories, they would not be up on the site anymore, thus you would be notified. I'm sorry too if this piece falls far off the mark; it has been quite some time since I last touched any stuff related to the Tolkien Legendarium.
41. Fell Creatures
The Unknown Adoptees
Calenor glanced at his brother perched on the neighbouring branch. Seeing the solemn nod, he aimed an arrow towards their long-watched quarries.
It was the third time now that the brothers came across these short, hairy, ugly creatures. It was not only the third sighting of the aforementioned creatures clan-wide however, which ran almost parallel to sightings of the other fell things from the North. Listening to the hisses, groans, grunts and growls of the North's latest minions was just as unpleasant as looking at them. It was not such a hard decision thus, what they ought to do next.