The dwarf held a torch in his hand.

But the dwarf held onto the lance fast, that strange far-away look on his face.

The dwarf stepped closer to the human, looked up into his eyes, and held his gaze.

Each dwarf carried a large black pack on his back and held a lance in front of him.

The dwarf held both Blade and Rahstum's lives in the palm of his hand.

Gaining his feet, the powerful dwarf held the man above his head and looked around curiously, as though he was wondering what to do next.

In his right hand the dwarf held a slender sword, rapierthin, needle pointed.

The dwarf beckoning his remaining companion to the other end of the room, held a short conference with him in whispers.

I cannot make this decision until after the dwarves hold their coronation.

The dwarf held his breath, hoping to hear more.