H 17.034 {p} Bard, of course, numbers.

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.
17.036 “Fools!” laughed Bard, rested!”
17.037 But the Elvenking blows.”
17.038 But he reckoned debated.