Their Secret Weapon by Grundy  

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Their Secret Weapon


“Oh, that is vile.”

Beren was trying not to gag. 

“Stop complaining. It worked, didn’t it?”

He wasn’t sure how Lúthien was managing to look so unconcerned. It might not be the worst thing he’d ever smelled in his life, but it was close.

“I’m surprised the orcs aren’t dead from the stench.”

“They’ve smelled worse, I’m sure. But they did want to get away from the source, so they didn’t stop to find out it was only Huan, not something worse.”

From the point of view of an orc, Beren suspected the hound of Valinor counted as ‘worse’, not ‘only’, but he couldn’t argue the general point.

All the same…

“No more of that unless we need you to, buster,” he told Huan firmly.

He could swear Huan smirked.


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