The dwarves stood in the middle of the road, staring around.

It was as though the two fighters and the dwarf stood alone, watched by an audience of a million stars.

On the top of it stood a dwarf, who had certainly not been there a second earlier.

Behind them more than two thousand elves and dwarves stood ready.

The dwarf stood again, still all smiles, but also still not quite looking me in the eye.

The dwarf stood in front of the door, his back to us, and began to work on something with great concentration.

A dwarf stood there, blocking the way to the stairs.

The dwarf was standing on the sidewalk, glowering at him.

Had the dwarf been standing six inches in front of himself, the elf would have spotted him.

He was getting too old for this sort of thing... No dwarf stood a chance against that!