In that last hour Beorn appeared. He came alone and in bear's shape, and he seemed to have grown almost to giant-size in his wrath. The roar of his voice was like drums and guns, and he tossed wolves and goblins from his path like straws and feathers. He fell upon their rear and broke like a clap of thunder through the ring.
For much of the First World War, the small French village of Vignacourt was always behind the front lines ¿ as a staging point, casualty clearing station and recreation area for troops of all nationalities moving up to and then back from the battlefields on the Somme.
Colonel Philip R Robertson, commanding officer of the 1st Battalion, Cameronians (Scottish Rifles) returning from a tour of his unit's positions in waterlogged trenches at Bois Grenier in January 1915.
"Alternate ending to the third hobbit movie: Thranduil walks around the battlefield and spies the dead bodies of Fili and Kili and then he kneels down and touches them gently with one finger and they come back to life and everyone lives happily ever after. Thranduil is secretly Ned the Piemaker. The end."