She caught up with them at the entrance to a narrow rock canyon and while following them into the dark ravine she could not help but shudder. There was something wrong with that place; something that made the tips of her ears ring alarmingly. As soon as the fight with these two was over, more came charging out of the darkness. Plinnlim had fought wolves and even wargs before, so she sent her arrows out bravely, with a calm and clear mind. But that changed when the largest wolf she had ever seen lunged at her from out of a cave. The smell of his breath alone might have killed a mortal! With shivering hands and her heart beating wildly, she sent her arrows at him, and when he was too close, her daggers were her last chance.
Ten minutes later, hiril Haerel and hîr Ruthlas found her standing over the still warm and twitching body of that beast, panting heavily.
Hîr Elrohir seemed worried when she told him about the encounter. Hîr Ruthlas had carried the stinking body of the giant wolf to Thorenhad, where it was examined thoroughly by the two sons of hîr Elrond. They did not share their thoughts with Plinnlim, but they did make sure she was accompanied by another elf on her way back to Imladris. Not before a good night's sleep though.
