In a hole in the ground there lived a
Hookbill.
Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy
TGEW, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat;
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Afraid of the night, Huor agonizes that it will never be light again, while Hurin assures him that it is only temporary.
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It was a hobbit-hole, and that means
Galadriel55.
It had a perfectly round door like a
Lommy, painted green,
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When the darkness falls, Húrin comforts his brother Huor.
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With a shiny yellow brass
Oddwen in the exact middle.
