I understand that I am a tasty meal and I don't fault you for your fixation. If you could only see the hot dress I wear in other areas of Middle Earth, well... You wouldn't be able to resist. You kill me frequently when I'm hitting you with lightning, though less when I'm running away in terror while constantly shouting words of encouragement to my pet rock. If you didn't keep trying to eat my friends, I'd actually enjoy throwing you an Auroch bone every now and then to stave off your hunger.
Just so you know: There is no need to hide! I just want to see your adorable snarly faces out in the light of day. Though my friends may take their anger out on you, I promise I will only treat your corpses with the utmost respect. Guaranteed scratches behind your lifeless ears. Even though I know some of you will pee on my desiccated husk, I'm hoping that someday you will perhaps paw at the ground beside me rather than jumping on top of me.
I hope for peace and until then, I will wander around the Moors sad and alone (or am I?) looking for canine companionship.
Your personal chew-toy,
Lythiea, Runekeeper of Dwarrowdelf
((Yes, I realize I am setting myself up to get ganked. Well... I suppose that was happening already.))