"There, as the Sun westered and the shadowes of the Ered Wethrin grew dark, Huor fell pierced with a venomed arrow in the eye, and all the valiant me of Hador were slain about him in a heap; and the Orcs hewed their heads and piled them as a mound of gold in the sunset."

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