Dori groaned "my legs, oh my poor legs!" while Bilbo held Dori's ankles as an eagle carried them away from the top of the tree. Thus they escaped the wargs, goblins and fire around the tree. (Out of the Frying Pan into the Fire)
It's been many years since I've read this book, so I just flipped pages until I found it. Must read it again soon.
[ November 10, 2001: Message edited by: Lostgaeriel ]
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Elen síla lúmenn’ omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting.
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