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swinging, and glistening on spear<br />
and scimitar. There hidden nigh<br />
they saw a band of Orcs go by<br />
with goblin faces swart and foul.<br />
Bats were about them, and the owl,<br />
the ghostly forsaken night-bird cried<br />
from trees above. The voices died,<br />
the laughter like clash of stone and steel<br />
passed and faded. At their heel<br />
the Elves and Beren crept more soft<br />
than foes stealing through a croft<br />
in search of prey. Thus to the camp<br />
lit by flickering fire and lamp<br />
they stole, and counted sitting there<br />
full thirty Orcs in the red flare<br />
of burning wood. Without a sound<br />
they one by one stood silent round,<br />
each in the shadow of a tree;<br />
each slowly, grimly, secretly<br />
bent then his bow and drew the string.<br />
Hark! how they sudden twang and sing,<br />
when Felagund lets forth a cry;<br />
and twelve Orcs sudden fall and die.<br />
Then forth they leap casting their bows.<br />
Out their bright swords, and swift their blows!<br />
The stricken Orcs now shriek and yell<br />
as lost things deep in lightless hell.<br />
Battle there is beneath the trees<br />
bitter and swift, but no Orc flees;<br />
there left their lives that wandering band<br />
and stained no more the sorrowing land<br />
with rape and murder. Yet no song<br />
of joy, or triumph over wrong,<br />
the Elves there sang. In peril sore<br />
they were, for never alone to war<br />
so small an Orc-band went, they knew.<br />
Swiftly the raiment off they drew<br />
and cast the corpses in a pit.<br />
This desperate counsel had the wit<br />
of Felagund for them devised:<br />
as Orcs his comrades he disguised.<br />
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The poisoned spears, the bows of horn,<br />
the crooked swords their foes had borne