Worst comes to worst I suppose I try to befriend one of these hippo fellows. [She says mildly, not at all afraid of getting chomped in two.] Since you are both much too busy.
I didn't say I would try to ride one. My voice travels further than a beast can run without me noticing. I've escaped wolves almost as big as you before. [A beat passes, she considers the general environment of this land and then says.] Uh. Do you know what wolves are?
Uhm. Have you hounds or other canines? Foxes? Hunting dogs? A wolf is a large beast, often the size of a small man or larger. Ours are larger because we are close to Angband I believe. They are usually grey or black, though some are brown. They look quite fierce and foreboding. They hunt in packs, and in our case have a taste for elves and men. [Again, Angband.] They cannot climb trees like a cat but they can leap far and lunge, their teeth are very big and suitable for ensnaring the unfortunate souls who cross them when they feel bold or hungry.
Ah. I know of those. I think what you call your wolves are what we call our jackals. [And one day in the future, they would be known as a wolf but that is very far into the future.]
Yes, quite a lot of trouble. Especially before our Queen came and made the girdle to protect us, but they often harried the march wardens who protected our borders even so.
And after it fell the wolves came again. And the great spiders from Nan Dungortheb. They are also as big as you or bigger, and much more vicious than any Valar or God. [Morgoth at least had the good grace to fear the void. The spiders did not.]
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If you would like to be hurt then so be it, I suppose. [But then he thinks of Thoth and what Thoth would say.] I would not, though.
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You had trouble with them?
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And after it fell the wolves came again. And the great spiders from Nan Dungortheb. They are also as big as you or bigger, and much more vicious than any Valar or God. [Morgoth at least had the good grace to fear the void. The spiders did not.]