‘Damnable Hobbit!’ Assiram shouted after the escaping Shirriff. ‘Get back here and show a little backbone!’ Assiram leaned down to try and catch Olo, but it was no use. He watched as the Shirriff met his death beneath the hooves of the panicked horse.
‘No use fightin’ from our horses,’ yelled Assiram to Ahriman. ‘All the vermin due is scurry away like bugs!’ The two men drew near where Helios had gone down and dismounted. Their sword in one hand, knife in another, they advanced on the rag-tag group of Hobbits.
‘Give ‘em no quarter,’ growled Assiram low to his companions. ‘I’m sick to death of dealing with Hobbits. Get ‘em boys!’
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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