Taradan looked up from his sorrows to see what was causing this new racket. The sight first appeared comical, Guthrin in a panic up in a tree while Dwarin, obviously releasing his pent up anger hewed at the tree in a frenzy. But then Taradan saw the danger in his acts. He got up as quick as he could and lurched over to the foot of the tree.
It was a tall pine, and very soft-wooded. Already it was beginning to sway.
"Peace Master Dwarin," said Taradan, in the most imperative voice he could manage. "We are all upset, but it is not right to be hostile to friends."
Dwarin stopped for a moment to reply,"that boastful, windbag is no friend of mine!" and he resumed chopping.
"Dwarin, do you think that only you has suffered? I say, put down that axe right now!"
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Rohan
All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not whither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.
-The Riddle of Strider
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