Large as a bear, stalks he the woods,
with hands like paws, ready to claw at..
hairy his face, covered with soot,
to the orcs and wargs, he ..
comes like doom.
A threat not by them forgotten,
his oath remains standing,
his axe not soon forlorn,
his eyes set with purpose,
keeper of the borders.
In his mind is ever set,
to fight , to defend,
when not to gorge,
upon the swine and stag on the table,
or to have his fill with foes' death.
Hidden beneath the thick canopy
of Mircwidu.
- Wunjo's ramblings about his brother.
