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Minyelaire kept her hood down in her face. She stood rather relaxed there before him, like a crimson figure, a wraith of dread, light reflects on her from the snow, ltting her glow in a terribly light. Daerundros, in her horror, looked down to see her fallen companion being cornered by the hooded face. Amlarad slowed his breathing and slid his gaze down his blade, aimed squarely from afar at her crimson chest. No! In haste Daerundros jumped down hurriedly and landed lightly on her feet, losing her balance.

      The young warrior stepped into the woods under dim starlight. As the fog thickened, he couldn't help thinking: ''It was foolish to come here!'' He wouldn't even think about coming here if he were not tracking an exceptionally large wolf. This evil beast -which was known only as 'Wolf of Aglon'- had made it a habit to frequently attack hunters, travelers and flocks of animals.

The great Boar-hunt excursion of the Shire people has begun!

Paganita, a young Hobbit of extraordinary courage, had heard the great tale of the Boar-flank steak to end all Boar-flank steaks. This extraordinary meal could only be carved from the shoulder of a Boar so great and old it was rumoured to have been rooting around already when Dragons still roamed Middle-Earth.