“While he was looking at the wolf, the goblins crept up behind him
and tore him limb from limb,” said Gimli.

“No!”

“Pity…”

Eomer glanced at Eowyn. “I have heard it before,” she said.

“Guilin had forgotten the she-wolf’s mate,” said Legolas. “The wolf, finding her dead, threw back his head and let out a terrible howl.” He looked from Eomer to Gimli and back again, but both faces were still blank.

“The sound loosened the ice,” he explained, “high up on the mountain. Within moments a great wave of snow had engulfed both the elf and the wolves. Their bodies were found the following spring—and Guilin’s arrow was still embedded in the she-wolf’s skull…”