Hobbit, Drabbled, The
17. The Clouds Burst
Dread falls; black clouds gather. A thunderclap; wind roars down from the hills. Vast armies of orcs and wolves fall upon elves, men, and dwarves – fighting together now, all differences forgotten.
Cold flame flickers from sword and spear; burning with immortal hate. Elves, dwarves, men fall beneath the crushing multitude, hope vanquished. Defeat is certain, until a glad cry is raised.
The eagles! The eagles are coming!
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