Hermesin jumped from a large rock. The first to rush to fight him was a dwarf. Hermesin, although big and not very agile, managed to dodge a great amount of blows. He managed to add in a few of his own, too.
It happened right then. The dwarf brought his axe high above his head, and was about to shatter the man. Hermesin rolled to the side and managed to slip his sword under before the blow fell. The axe, as expected, hit the sword with a loud clang. It started to vibrate, and the dwarf dropped it on the ground. Just as Hermesin was about to take out his dagger, a sound from the mouth of the room made him turn.
All he saw was a dwarf being dragged in, before an agonizing pain hit him on his back. Before blacking out, he rolled over and saw the fuzzy shape of a man overlooking him, a sword in his hands.
He did not even start to realize what had happened when another blow came onto his neck. The last thing he managed to say before the blow struck was, "An end to my pointless enduring."
Then total, terrible, and eternal darkness.
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The world was young, the mountains green. No stain yet on the moon was seen. No words were laid on stream or stone, When Durin woke and walked alone...
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