dwarfish

“Now does he feel his title/Hang loose about him, like a giant’s robe/Upon a dwarfish thief,” a thane observes in the final act.

“Now does he feel his title/ Hang loose about him, like a giant's robe/ upon a dwarfish thief.”

Across eons, large galaxies gradually assembled via countless collisions of their dwarfish kin, scientists presume.

Before them, at a long stone table, a dwarfish figure with a bristling yellow beard glared at the warriors.

Letters were multiplied by symbols, crowded into parentheses, and set upon by dwarfish numbers drawn at odd angles.