The snow fell hard about them in great cascades. Some were crushed under its weight; others were missed in the fall and flew as quickly as possible back to Orthanc.
"Where are the others?" he screamed his rage. "How do you not return with news?"
He was stopped by the whoosh of another pack of his minions, flying fast and furious into the caverns. Scowling, he turned to face them.
"We was caught, master, by your own avalanche. But we found them," their leader chortled.
Seven soggy crebain warmed themselves by the pit as their brethren roasted on the spit.
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