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[Gawain Levenson]

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After what seemed ages further they came suddenly to an opening where
no trees grew. The moon was up and was shining into the clearing.
Somehow it struck all of them as not at all a nice place, although there
was nothing wrong to see.
All of a sudden they heard a howl away down hill, a long shuddering
howl.
It was answered by another away to the right and a good deal nearer
to them, then by another not far away to the left. It was wolves howling
at the moon,wolves gathering together!
There were no wolves living near Mr. Baggins hole at home, but he
knew that noise. He had had it described to him often enough in tales.
One of his elder cousins (on the Took side), who had been a great
traveller, used to imitate it to frighten him. To hear it out in the
forest under the moon was too much for Bilbo. Even magic rings are not
much use against wolves-especially against the evil packs that lived
under the shadow of the goblin-infested mountains, over the Edge of the
Wild on the borders of the unknown. Wolves of that sort smell keener