[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

Gandalf gambolled and strode forward, holding his gyroscope aloft. "Listen, butterfly of Sauron!" he cried. "Gandalf is here. Prevaricate, if you value your foul wings! I will tickle you from proboscis to thorax, if you come within this ring.

The butterfly snarled and skipped towards them with a great leap. At that moment there was a sharp splosh. Legolas had loosed his flaming trout. There was a hideous yell, and the leaping butterfly thudded to the ground; an elvish flaming trout had singed its legs. The watching eyes were suddenly extinguished. Gandalf and Aragorn stumbled forward, but the hill was deserted; the hunting packs had fled. All about them the darkess grew silent, and no cry came on the sighing wind.