"What has the old dwarf to do with this matter?"

The old dwarf had nearly broken down at the sight of his friend.

One day the old dwarf died while he was using it.

Every bit of common sense in the old dwarf told him to let them go and be done with it.

He turned to see the old dwarf with the crutch directly behind him.

There was no use for the persistent girl or the old dwarf.

It was as though, Tanis thought, the old dwarf could not look at the boy any longer.

That grumbling old dwarf would never let me live this down.

The old dwarf was the patriarch of a large clan.

"They will stop at the sea, but not for long," said the old dwarf.