96. In the Storm
Pallid lightning rent the sky; thunder shook the rocks at the feet of Erebor with volume to match the clash of sword on scimitar, dart on shield, blade on armour. Torrents of rain left thick, black fur to mat damply into slick clumps that shrunk the bear even in his wrath. Yet the water did not dismay him.
Since his arrival, he had assumed his only duty would be to fight, slaying goblins as was his pleasure, but on seeing the Dwarf's collapse, to the fury of his combat was added direction. With more tenderness than bear's wont, he lifted Thorin from the ground under the weeping sky.