Hobbit, Drabbled, The
14. Fire and Water
A thrush flutters. Wondering, Bard – of the line of Girion, Lord of Dale – understands and lets fly his final hope. The Black Arrow speeds straight.
A shriek that splinters wood and stone sunders the air. Smaug falls into the quenching water. The news travels fast as flight.
The Lake-men lament the loss of home and hero. Yet King Bard lives! And discovers men are hard to rule who must sleep on hard earth.
The Elves bring succour, before the march to the Lonely Mountain.
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