Malbeth the Seer

[The Squatter of Amon Rûdh]

I think all that predicting must have been getting to Malbeth by the time he came up with this one. Either that or the translator was having a very bad day.

When the oily blackthe White Mountainsweep, the Bree-landers will damage the cats in their , and the dagger shall come to their embracing when the rivers run dry in turn. Take that, Nostradamus!