It was cold. It was so cold, and Imliss was gone, and she was so tired...
She closed her eyes.
She hadn't been expecting to open them again.
So it turns out that's contagious. If they bite and scratch you some.
So far? You can turn into a wolf about the size of Huan, and you heal faster, which is good because the aforementioned biting and scratching was--bad--and I dunno what else, we haven't had a lot of time to experiment...
I honestly don't know.
The werewolves were definitely the work of the Enemy but I don't think he came in person and I don't think he knew we were us and I don't think he was expecting us to get turned, kill every last wolf sent after us and escape.
I'm going to have to sleep at some point; are you going to be able to read my dreams when that happens or do I need to figure something else out?
Dad's dead. Telvo's dead. Nelyo's a prisoner in Angband and has been for four and a half Years.
I need to figure out where I am in relation to you as fast as possible.
No, that won't help, not if it means getting into danger if you think you're currently safe...
What I was actually thinking of was getting as much knowledge of your surroundings as possible and then consulting Dwarf cartographers until I got something useful.
Okay. But don't come unless it's safe. Really. I can live with only hearing you through this, I can't handle you dying again or - worse -
I need you, too, you know. I really really wish you were holding me right now.
But yes, I won't take any dumb risks.
Names? ...I guess they'd have to be different, these people don't exactly speak Quenya.