They had called it Orcrist, Goblin-cleaver, but the goblins called it simply Biter. They hated it and hated worse anyone that carried it.
Before them on the ground sat a strange squat shape of a man, gnarled as an old stone, and the hairs of his scanty beard straggled on his lumpy chin like dry moss.
Grey with the hue of twilight under the trees they seemed to be; and yet if they were moved, or set in another light, they were green as shadowed leaves, or brown as fallow fields by night.
Their captain was Bard, grim-voiced and grim-faced, whose friends had accused him of prophesying floods and poisoned fish, though they knew his worth and courage.
This is a fortress and a tower of guard and is now in posture of war. We rise ere the Sun, and take a morsel in grey light, and go to our duties at the opening hour.
For the Sword that was Broken is the Sword of Elendil that broke beneath him when he fell. It has been treasured by his heirs when all other heirlooms were lost; for it was spoken of old among us that is should be made again when the Ring, Isildur's Bane, was found.
They bore round bucklers huge and black and wielded heavy hammers in their knotted hands. Reckless they sprang into pools and waded across, bellowing as they came.
But no living man am I! You look upon a woman. Eowyn I am, Eomund,s daughter. Begone, if you be not deathless! For living or dark undead, I will smite you, if you touch him.
They dwelt most often by the edges of the woods, form which they could escape at times to hunt, or to ride and run over open lands by moonlight or starlight.
The yells and yammering, croaking, jibbering and jabbering; howls, growls and curses; shrieking and shriking, that followed were beyond description. Several hundred wild cats and wolves being roasted slowly alive together would not have compared with it.
His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Evil things did not come into that valley.
For each of the hobbits he chose a dagger, long, leaf-shaped, and keen, of marvelous workmanship, damasked with serpent-forms in red and gold. They gleamed as he drew them from their black sheaths, wrought of some strange metal, light and strong, and set with many fiery stones.
I see shapes of Men and of horses, and pale banners like shreds of cloud, and spears like winter-thickets on a misty night. The Dead are following.
Stone-giants were out and were hurling rocks at one another for a game, and catching them, and tossing them down into the darkness where they smashed among the trees far below.
For Bifur and Bombur had given a lot of trouble, and fought like mad, as dwarves will when cornered.