H 17.031 {ps} That day passed grim.

17.027 “Farewell!” he cried friends.”
17.028 “Be off!” called swift!”
17.029 “Not so hasty!” farewell!”
17.030 With that they speed.
17.031 That day passed grim.
17.032 Trumpets called men Bilbo.
17.033 “We are sent guarded.
17.034 Bard, of course, numbers.
17.035 These were, in bank.