Then Bard drew his bow-string to his ear. The dragon was circling back, flying low, and as he came the moon rose above the eastern shore and silvered his great wings.
J. R. R. TolkienAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer, Poet
- Nationality: english
- Born: January 3, 1892
- Died: September 2, 1973
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