1. Weasels!
The ruffians Aragorn hunted were skilled at covering their tracks, and the deep snow slowed the Ranger. But the ice-covered trees were delicate as elven songs.
Another little hunter peered out of a hole and bounded toward Aragorn, its sleek body moving as if it were gliding. It was beautiful, soft white against the snow's glistening white. It reared up on its two hind paws like a little Man to sniff the breeze.
A weasel, Aragorn thought. Whatever men said, these creatures fiercely fought Sauron's rodent minions. Aragorn opened his knapsack and tossed it a piece of smoked rabbit.
As it and the meat disappeared into a nearby den, Aragorn smiled.
Another little hunter peered out of a hole and bounded toward Aragorn, its sleek body moving as if it were gliding. It was beautiful, soft white against the snow's glistening white. It reared up on its two hind paws like a little Man to sniff the breeze.
A weasel, Aragorn thought. Whatever men said, these creatures fiercely fought Sauron's rodent minions. Aragorn opened his knapsack and tossed it a piece of smoked rabbit.
As it and the meat disappeared into a nearby den, Aragorn smiled.
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