“Round the fire they sat, and those that were not on guard dozed
uneasily. Poor Bill the pony trembled and sweated where he stood. The
howling of the wolves was now all round them, sometimes nearer and
sometimes further off.” FotR, A Journey in the Dark.
Young Pippin had never experienced anything like this and the wolves
seemed to come closer all the while. Although he didn’t have to watch
for everyone else’s safety, he couldn’t help staying awake. Gandalf,
the greatest wizard Pippin ever knew, was there to protect them, but
the howls were so frightening.
When he set out with Frodo, it seemed so long ago, he had no idea what
he was in for. As if the danger they had already experienced was not
enough, they had to endure this waiting. He thought, “We escaped those
shadow black riders just to get eaten by wolves, this just won’t do.
Why can’t Gandalf get them to go away?” He rolled over to see Merry was
struggling to sleep as well.
“Merry, what are we going to do?” he whispered. “I just don’t think
we’ll escape these wolves. And by the sound of those howls, they
haven’t had food in a long time.”
“Pip, don’t worry. We have Gandalf, and Aragorn, do you think they
would let some wolves get us? Go back to sleep, and don’t worry, they
know how to keep us safe.”
Merry wondered why Pippin couldn’t just let the others work out the
problem. They seemed to be very important at the council, and now they
could just work together to save the Fellowship. Even with this
reassurance, he couldn’t help shifting in his sleep. Though he tried to
resist, Merry opened his eyes and looked around. He saw numerous eyes,
peering through the darkness, with ravenous gazes.
The howls increased, and as if one warned the others, one great howl
pierced the darkness. Gandalf stood and Merry thought, “Yes, you get
“‘Listen, Hound of Sauron!’ he cried. ‘Gandalf is here. Fly, if you
value your foul skin! I will shrivel you from tail to snout, if you
come within this ring.’”