The Riddle Game - Book I

[ArPharazon]

See them there, the company of three, resting beneath a fir-tree.
They think they're safe, and set no watch; no stones thrown at me tonight.
Their quest has just begun, and hope remains, upon their faces and in their dreams.
I look at them, and wonder, what is their purpose, what is their importance?
But even with my fabled cunning I cannot even guess... perhaps ignorance is bliss.
Who/what am I?

[Varda]

Fox. We hear its thoughts about three hobbits in the woods: Frodo, Sam, and Pippin on their way to Crickhollow.

[ArPharazon]

Correct! Varda's turn.

[Varda]

We live in the woods, yet we throw poisoned wood.
We are unlovely, but trustworthier than a family of handsome Noldor.
We guided the horses to stone.

[arienv]

Woses ~!

[Varda]

Right! Your turn, Arien. : )

[arienv]

Black we are and flames of night.
We seem dark but the back is bright .
Where shadow springs there seem wings and a fiery whip that stings.
Who are we?

[Eonwë]

I'm going to say Balrogs.

[arienv]

That is right., Eonwe Your turn next!