“What was the thing, or were there many of them?”
Elrohir shook his head, his eyes still wide and startled. “I don’t know, El. Was it chasing us?”
“I don’t know. Whatever it was, it was big!”
Elrohir nodded. The thing had pursued them from the edge of the farmlands into the trees, crashing through the undergrowth like a pack of wargs. “But there can’t be anything dangerous in the valley – Ada or Glorfindel would chase it away!”
They peered around the shelter of the great tree. There was a grassy clearing, and there, grazing peacefully, was …
“A cow?”
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