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           Theyellsweredeafening.Therockswerestainedblackwithgoblinblood.Justasthegoblinswererecoveringfromtheonslaughtandtheelf-chargewashalted,thererosefromacrossthevalleyadeep-throatedroar.Withcriesof"Moria!"and"Dain,Dain!"thedwarvesoftheIronHillsplungedin,wieldingtheirmattocks,upontheotherside;andbesidethemcamethemenoftheLakewithlongswords.PaniccameupontheGoblins;andevenastheyturnedtomeetthisnewattack,theelveschargedagainwithrenewednumbers.Alreadymanyofthegoblinswereflyingbackdowntherivertoescapefromthetrap:andmanyoftheirownwolveswereturninguponthemandrendingthedeadandthewounded.Victoryseemedathand,whenacryrangoutontheheightsabove.GoblinshadscaledtheMountainfromtheothersideandalreadymanywereontheslopesabovetheGate,andotherswerestreamingdownrecklessly,heedlessofthosethatfellscreamingfromcliffandprecipice,toattackthespursfromabove.EachofthesecouldbereachedbypathsthatrandownfromthemainmassoftheMountaininthecentre;andthedefendershadtoofewtobarthewayforlong.Victorynowvanishedfromhope.Theyhadonlystemmedthefirstonslaughtoftheblacktide.

           Daydrewon.Thegoblinsgatheredagaininthevalley.Thereahostof

           WargscameraveningandwiththemcamethebodyguardofBolg,goblinsofhugesizewithscimitarsofsteel.