The others understand so little of you, save Aragorn. I am curious to see how much of what lies hid 'neath your grey cloak you shall reveal tonight. The Wargs seem to know you. Hark how they sing of their hatred for your fiery spirit! Surely you understand... Yet you show no hint of fear... Ah! There, a shiver! Even an Istar can feel dread. Now, perhaps, it is my turn to feel trepidation, for we are so few against them, and their blood-lust is great. But nay-- the gardener is right. Your fate lies not in a wolf's belly.
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