In honor of the Beornings’ clear literary ancestry in Beowulf, some Anglo-Saxon-style verse seemed proper. Also, let me kvetch for a moment about how Obsidian Portal won’t let me insert a caesura between the two hemistichs of each line; you’ll have to imagine it.
Wrath-tempered, the Widow walked;
Wailing was not her way.
Skilled in slay-craft, spear-bearer,
And tracker too, trained to the trail
And fast to follow the tracks of Ted
And Tilly, the tiniest. When found she
The Orcs, the flaying of skin, flensing of flesh
From bone would follow. Not a pleasant picture!
Secret, strong-hearted, stalked she them,
Face grim and graven, as settled as stone.