prompt for December 6 - 19 weary wargs

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Paternal Instincts

The skirmish had ranged far down inside the mountain; orcs in their dens scrambling away from glowing blades wielded by fierce Elvish warriors.

By wavering torch-light, Elladan surveyed the carnage and gave a satisfied nod. But where was Elrohir? Grabbing a brand, he wandered the blood-spattered corridors until he saw his brother’s blade resting beside a doorway.

Inside, mewling sounds rose from the dark depths where Elrohir leaned over a pit. Thrusting his torch down, Elladan saw many squirming fuzzy shapes.

“What’s down there?”

“Nineteen sleepy puppies. Should we keep them?” Elrohir wondered.

“Warg pups?” Elladan protested incredulously. “As pets?”