Dudley's dungeon

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hits the wargSuddenly Aragorn leapt to his feet.  "How the wind howls!"
he cried.  "It is howling with wolf-voices.  The Wargs have
come west of the Mountains!"
"Need we wait until morning then?" said Gandalf.  "It is as I
said.  The hunt is up!  Even if we live to see the dawn, who
now will wish to journey south by night with the wild wolves
on his trail?"
"How far is Moria?" asked Boromir.
"There was a door south-west of Caradhras, some fifteen miles
as the crow flies, and maybe twenty as the wolf runs,"
answered Gandalf grimly.
"Then let us start as soon as it is light tomorrow, if we can,"
said Boromir.  "The wolf that one hears is worse than the orc
that one fears."
"True!" said Aragorn, loosening his sword in its sheath.  "But
where the warg howls, there also the orc prowls."
        [ The Fellowship of the Ring, by J.R.R. Tolkien ]

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You kill the gnome...  And then a gnome came by, carrying a bundle, an old
fellow three times as large as an imp and wearing clothes of
a sort, especially a hat.  And he was clearly just as frightened
as the imps though he could not go so fast.  Ramon Alonzo
saw that there must be some great trouble that was vexing
magical things; and, since gnomes speak the language of men, and
will answer if spoken to gently, he raised his hat, and asked
of the gnome his name.  The gnome did not stop his hasty
shuffle a moment as he answered 'Alaraba' and grabbed the rim
of his hat but forgot to doff it.
'What is the trouble, Alaraba?'  said Ramon Alonzo.
'White magic.  Run!'  said the gnome ..
        [ The Charwoman's Shadow, by Lord Dunsany ]

"Muggles have garden gnomes, too, you know," Harry told Ron as
they crossed the lawn.
"Yeah, I've seen those things they think are gnomes," said Ron,
bent double with his head in a peony bush, "like fat little
Santa Clauses with fishing rods..."
There was a violent scuffling noise, the peony bush shuddered,
and Ron straightened up.  "This is a gnome," he said grimly.
"Geroff me! Gerroff me!" squealed the gnome.
It was certainly nothing like Santa Claus.  It was small and
leathery looking, with a large, knobby, bald head exactly like
a potato.  Ron held it at arm's length as it kicked out at him
with its horny little feet; he grasped it around the ankles
and turned it upside down.
  [ Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, by J. K. Rowling ]

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lord! The wargSuddenly Aragorn leapt to his feet.  "How the wind howls!"
he cried.  "It is howling with wolf-voices.  The Wargs have
come west of the Mountains!"
"Need we wait until morning then?" said Gandalf.  "It is as I
said.  The hunt is up!  Even if we live to see the dawn, who
now will wish to journey south by night with the wild wolves
on his trail?"
"How far is Moria?" asked Boromir.
"There was a door south-west of Caradhras, some fifteen miles
as the crow flies, and maybe twenty as the wolf runs,"
answered Gandalf grimly.
"Then let us start as soon as it is light tomorrow, if we can,"
said Boromir.  "The wolf that one hears is worse than the orc
that one fears."
"True!" said Aragorn, loosening his sword in its sheath.  "But
where the warg howls, there also the orc prowls."
        [ The Fellowship of the Ring, by J.R.R. Tolkien ]

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A cloudI wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
        [ I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud, by William Wordsworth ]

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