![]() As Strider raised it they saw that near the end its edge was notched and the point was broken off. ‘And more deadly to Frodo was this!’ He stooped again and lifted up a long thin knife. ![]() More deadly to him was the name of Elbereth.’ ‘The only hurt that it did to his enemy, I fear for it is unharmed, but all blades perish that pierce that dreadful King. ‘This was the stroke of Frodo’s sword,’ he said. ![]() A foot above the lower hem there was a slash. ‘Look!’ he cried and stooping he lifted from the ground a black cloak that had lain there hidden by the darkness. Dawn was growing in the sky, and the dell was filling with grey light, when Strider at last returned. His friends watched over him, warming him, and bathing his wound. Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, epic, Fairy Tales Folk Tales Legends & Mythology, Classics, Action & Adventure, Dragons & Mythical Creatures, Generalįrodo dozed, though the pain of his wound was slowly growing, and a deadly chill was spreading from his shoulder to his arm and side.
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