"To me! To me! Elves and Men! To me! O my kinsfolk!" he cried, and his voice shook like a horn in the valley.ĭown, heedless of order, rushed all the dwarves of Dain to his help. Thorin wielded his axe with mighty strokes, and nothing seemed to harm him. leapt down to the falls' foot, and rushed forward to battle. Rocks were buried down from on high by the goblins above but they held on. In the gloom the great dwarf gleamed like gold in a dying fire. Hood and cloak were gone they were in shining armour, and red light leapt from their eyes. Out leapt the King under the Mountain, and his companions followed him. They had forgotten Thorin! Part of the wall, moved by levers, fell outward with a crash into the pool.
Suddenly there was a great shout, and from the Gate came a trumpet call. Now Bard was fighting to defend the Eastern spur, and yet giving slowly back and the elf-lords were at bay about their king upon the southern arm, near to the watch-post on Ravenhill. Soon actual darkness was coming into a stormy sky while still the great bats swirled about the heads and ears of elves and men, or fastened vampire-like on the stricken. There a host of Wargs came ravening and with them came the bodyguard of Bolg, goblins of huge size with scimitars of steel. They had only stemmed the first onslaught of the black tide and now the goblins gathered again in the valley.
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