J.R.R. Tolkien

There was no thought of a fight. Even if the dwarves had not been in such a state that they were actually glad to be captured, their small knives, the only weapons they had, would have been of no use against the arrows of the elves that could hit a bird's eye in the dark. So they simply stopped dead…

Inside, the passages were lit with red torchlight, and the elf-guards sang as they marched along the twisting, crossing, and echoing paths. These were not like those of the goblin-cities; they were smaller, less deep underground, and filled with a cleaner air. In a great hall with pillars hewn out o…

But they did not know this, and they we're burdened with the heavy body of Bombur, which they had to carry along with them as best they could, taking the wearisome task in tums of four each while the others shared their packs. If these had not become all too light in the last few days, they would ne…