And so
it was alone he scaled the wall until he came close beneath the dragon's body, and he
reeled by reason of the heat and of the stench and clung to a stout bush.
Then abiding until a very vital and
unfended spot was within stroke, he heaved up Gurtholfin his black sword and stabbed with
all his strength above his head, and that magic blade of the Rodothlim went into the
vitals of the dragon even to the hilt, and the yell of his death-pain rent the woods and
all that heard it were aghast.
"The Book of Lost Tales" |