Riddles (Anglo-Saxon Style)

15 Points Per Correct Answer - No time limit  

1. "My dress is silver, shimmering gray, spun with a blaze of garnets. I craze most men: rash fools I run on a road of rage, And cage quiet determined men. Why they love me--lured from mind, stripped of strength--remains a riddle." Who am I? Prostitute Wine Beautiful woman Lightning

2. "A wonderful warrior exists on earth. Two dumb creatures make him grow bright between them. Enemies use him against one another. His strength is fierce but a woman can tame him." Who is this warrior? Fire Genital organ Sword Spear

3. "When I am alive I do not speak. Anyone who wants to, takes me captive and cuts off my head. They bite my bare body. I do no harm to anyone unless they cut me first. Then I soon make them cry." Who am I? An onion A lamb A woman A baby

4. "I am all on my own, Wounded by iron weapons and scarred by swords. I often see battle." What am I? Shield Heart Horse Grass

5. "Often I burn Countless living creatures on middle-earth, Treat them to terror though I touch them not." What am I? Moon Sun Cloud Water

6. "Sometimes men kiss (me); Sometimes I summon to battle with my sound The beloved companions; Sometimes the horse carries me over the ground; Sometimes some maiden fills my bosom ring-adorned; Sometimes I must lie on tables" What am I? Hawk Flute Plate Horn

7. "He stepped up, eager and agile, lifted his tunic With hard hands, thrust through her girdle Something stiff, worked on the standing one his will. Both swayed and shook, the young man hurried, was sometimes useful, Served well, but always tired sooner than she, weary of the work. Under her girdle began to grow a hero's reward for laying on dough." What was the hero's reward? Butter Sexual release A baby None of these

8. "The midnight guardian of my lord's treasure When the conquering warrior comes to hold The gift of slaughter, the joy of gold." Who is the guardian? Blood A dragon A key A wife

9. "Head down, nosing--I belly the ground. Hard snuffle and grub, I bite and furrow Drawn by the dark enemy of forests, Driven by a bent lord who hounds my trail, Who lifts and lowers me, rams me down, Pushes on plain, and sows seed." Who am I? Slave Captive woman Plow Ox

10. "Two feathered flappers came together, Panting and pushing in the open air. The bright-haired girl, flushed and proud, Grew big in the belly if the work was good." Who came together? Man and woman Boar and sow Stallion and mare Rooster and hen