Lady of Fangs

Limmenel, Lady of Fangs

The warg slashed at her with its gnarled claws. This was to be her 150th warg kill since she crossed over into the land of the Witch-king. She mused at how far she’d come- from the safe haven of Cleondim to these desolate lands where not even the sun dared to shine. And it really was an ugly, desolate place. Many of the men, elves, dwarves and hobbits she’d met on her journey had warned her of the desolation; their fear and distaste for this dark land was all they could say of it. She finished the warg off with her merciful shot. He had fought her til his last breath, she had to admire him for that.*

*I wrote this little paragraph a long time ago, in 2010, when my hunter Limmenel earned the title Lady of Fangs. Thought it would be fun to share it! 🙂

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