The other group of wargs would need to be intercepted.
Curu to Gil-Gandel, “The Elves of Lothlórien are renown among elves as the best tree fighters in the known world so I fully understand.”
“If the other wargs aren’t coming this way yet, should we travel a little further? We can look for a very defensible camp site. Unless their numbers grow, our efforts may be better put to use in getting closer to Rivendell instead of chasing wargs. Those wargs will find us sooner or later anyway. We’ll be waiting.”
Thoroncir, with a smile as his cheek still tingles from Gilraen’s sweet kiss, says, “I have no previous experience with wargs, my friends, but the next group of wargs is likely to follow its predecessor here, is it not? Perhaps we ought to remain here and spring the same trap on them. As we have slain all of the wargs thus far, the next and final group will not have been warned of what awaits them. After slaying them in like manner, we may have greater confidence that it is safe to move on.”
This campsite is reasonably defensible from a few aargs, and I did intend that we should take it easy this day after our disturbed night. I believe our camp-cooks will need little urging to exercise their skills, and while our aerial scouts are able to provide us with a long warning, we should stand down as far as possible.
Let’s use the time to get well settled, then, so that we’re perfectly ready to defend when it comes to it. Myself, I’m taking a nap, so that I can be rested and ready for the next group. Wake me for supper!
With Deor’s guidance as to what we know about the direction from which the next group of wargs will be coming, Thoroncir will help drag the warg carcasses in the other direction, far enough that the incoming lupines won’t smell them. Then he’ll get a quick bite to eat and rest a little, if he can. There’s a fair chance he’ll dream of Gilraen’s kiss…
Mister Gorbo, everyone is important. 
I learnt some skills from my tribe and some from the amazing Radagast.
I don’t know if I can teach you, but I think Radagast would know.
Gorbo to Ghân and then the group, “How would I find this Radagast? Would he talk to me? … No chance the wargs coming near here. With their noses they’ll know something’s really really wrong.”
It is only about noon at this point. Way to early for a camp anyway. Either go meet the wargs or leave them be and continue your journey You’ve made nearly no progress today.
Then let’s go meet the wargs. No sense leaving them out there to trouble other folks.
Agreed, let’s have at it.
With Deor’s best bird-provided intelligence as to the wargs’ speed and path, and Gorbo’s knowledge of the lands around, where’s the best place we could lay another trap such that the wargs wouldn’t smell the carcasses of their unfortunate late brethren?
You’ll have to launch the birds again for more scouting to find them and then just find the best terrain again once you know where to intercept them. Are you sure you don’t want to just ride them down? Gilraen is willing for you to ride Kali if you want to try lance work. She’ll ride Scout. Gil-Gandel is fast enough to outrun them on foot or on Cúran. Miron is nearly fast enough. The faster members just need to drive the wargs or draw them so the slower members can overtake the wargs.
Ghân will explain where Radagast lives and do his best to think whether Gorbo has the necessary skill to learn Druid spells.
Deor stands up, grumbling. “No rest for the weary, hmmm? Alright, then, let’s press on.” If they’re attacked, Deor will use Magic Missile; it’s the only spell he’s got left that’s likely to affect a warg without getting too close for comfort.
Sure, I’ll go hunting wargs, mounted (I can easily dismount and send Curan to safety if it looks like it’s necessary). Give me the eyes in the sky to follow and stay as close as you can, I don’t need to gallop at full speed unless and until it’s a question of really hot pursuit.
I appreciate we have made little progress today but I got the impression not too long ago that we were nearly ready to drop from fatigue after being harassed by the big bunch of wargs overnight, and so needed to catch up on our rest. If I’m wrong I apologise and ask you to understand that it was a natural mistake.
Ghân thinks killing a bunch of Wargs was definitely progress and he’s sure Lorliana, Curu and Gorbo would agree.
Do these three think we should delay (and take some risks) to kill the other Wargs, or press on? (Gorbo’s opinion matters a lot to Ghân.)
There was a period of rest before the big battle at about 9 am. Deor is in the worst shape spell wise but then it is only mopping up 4 wargs in theory. As it is noon and the wargs won’t come near this camp, it seems worthwhile to travel a bit more. Thus far the party has only gone about 7 miles today. No need to apologize but this current camp won’t net you the last 4 wargs or get you closer to Rivendell. A few more hours riding will probably get you both.
Ghân in talking to Gorbo realizes two things while he might be able to learn from Radagast and seems fairly wise, he is not the brightest candle on the table and he is not the type of charismatic speaker for the trees that Radagast seems to favor for training as Druid.
Gorbo thinks killing the wargs would be good. There are other scattered peoples about and it would make the area far safer. Curu is also in favor of killing the wargs. We might be saving some innocents lives by a smallish risk to ourselves.
Lorliana, “I am tired and I do not like the fighting, but I cannot imagine what it would be like for a small group of regular people to be attacked by four wargs. It seems this group’s errantry can only be for the better. I don’t know how I will ever have the courage to leave Rivendell again once we get there.”
Sir Thoroncir bows. “Much as I like Seafoam, I must acknowledge that Kali is the better horse. Thank you, my lady; I gratefully accept your offer.” He will speak separately and appreciatively to Seafoam to explain his plan, and to Kali to get better acquainted. He asks Gilraen to take Seafoam along for the moment as a spare mount. If there is time, he will practice a bit with the lance while mounted on Kali as the party moves to intercept the warg pack.
The party begins picking its way north as Swiftwing scouts far and Folca scout near. Gorbo is less familiar with the area we are ranging into and the progress is slow. His dog Fenrig runs ahead often scouting the way for the horses and ponies.
In about 45 minutes Swiftwing returns and the party is now only 2 miles away and needs to adjust a bit to the east. The party has covered almost 3 more miles already. Swiftwing returns twice more over the next 20 minutes and we are now able to come down a small rise to the west flank of the 4 wargs traveling south. There is a great possibility for a charge. Gil-Gandel should be able to position himself almost anywhere he likes around them.
The trees here are much sparser but the land is far from smooth and is either tall grass or scrub.
What is the plan of attack?
Mounted combat doesn’t really seem to suit Elfstan. Unless Gil-Gandel needs him as a blocker for an ambush, he will stay with the horses and casters. He will use his sling if ranged attacks are possible and melee if the wargs get close.