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P.22

"That would be no good," said the wizard, "not without a mighty Warrior, even a Hero. I tried to detect one; only warriors are busy fighting ane some other in distant lands, and in this neighbourhood heroes are scarce, or just not to be found. Swords in these parts are mostly blunt, and axes are used for trees, and shields as cradles or dish-covers; and dragons are comfortably far-off (and therefore legendary). That is why I settled on burglary—peculiarly when I remembered the existence of a Side-door. And here is our piddling Bilbo Baggins, the infiltrator, the chosen and selected burglar. So now let'south get on and make some plans."

P.26

"How he got there I don't know, just I constitute him a prisoner in the dungeons of the Necromancer." "Any were you doing there?" asked Thorin with a shudder, and all the dwarves shivered. "Never yous mind. I was finding things out, every bit usual;"

p.46

"O!" said Bilbo, and merely at that moment he felt more tired than he ever remembered feeling earlier. He was thinking one time again of his comfortable chair earlier the fire in his favourite sitting-room in his hobbit-hole, and of the kettle singing. Not for the last time!

p.51

Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are presently told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a expert tale, and take a deal of telling anyway.

He was as noble and equally fair in face as an elf-lord, every bit strong as a warrior, as wise as a sorcerer, as venerable as a king of dwarves, and as kind every bit summer. He comes into many tales, but his part in the story of Bilbo's great adventure is only a minor one, though important, as you will encounter, if we always get to the terminate of it.

His house was perfect, whether you lot liked nutrient, or sleep, or work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Evil things did not come into that valley.

P.52

"A wish that is probable to be granted soon enough in the mountains!" said Elrond. "Only show me at present your map!" He took it and gazed long at information technology, and he shook his head; for if he did non altogether approve of dwarves and their love of aureate, he hated dragons and their cruel wickedness, and he grieved to think the ruin of the town of Dale and its merry bells, and the burned banks of the brilliant River Running. The moon was shining in a broad silverish crescent. He held up the map and the white calorie-free shone through it.

"What is this?" he said. "There are moon-letters here, beside the manifestly runes which say 'five feet loftier the door and three may walk abreast.'"

"What are moon-letters?" asked the hobbit full of excitement. He loved maps, as I accept told you earlier; and he as well liked runes and letters and cunning handwriting, though when he wrote himself information technology was a bit thin and spidery. "Moon-letters are rune-letters, merely you cannot meet them," said Elrond, "not when yous look straight at them. They tin can only exist seen when the moon shines behind them, and what is more than, with the more cunning sort it must be a moon of the same shape and season as the 24-hour interval when they were written. The dwarves invented them and wrote them with silver pens, as your friends could tell you lot. These must have been written on a midsummer's eve in a crescent moon, a long while agone."

P.55

The nights were comfortless and chill, and they did not cartel to sing or talk too loud, for the echoes were uncanny, and the silence seemed to dislike being broken—except by the noise of water and the wail of current of air and the crack of rock.

P.56

Only Gandalf had shaken his head and said nothing. Dwarves had not passed that mode for many years, but Gandalf had, and he knew how evil and danger had grown and thriven in the Wild, since the dragons had driven men from the lands, and the goblins had spread in secret after the boxing of the Mines of Moria. Even the adept plans of wise wizards like Gandalf and of good friends like Elrond become astray sometimes when you are off on dangerous adventures over the Border of the Wild; and Gandalf was a wise enough wizard to know it.

P.57

The terminate of their argument was that they sent Fili and Kili to look for a improve shelter. They had very sharp eyes, and being the youngest of the dwarves by some 50 years they normally got these sort of jobs (when everybody could see that it was absolutely no apply sending Bilbo). There is nothing like looking, if you want to observe something (or so Thorin said to the young dwarves). Y'all certainly normally observe something, if you lot look, but information technology is non always quite the something yous were after. So information technology proved on this occasion."

P.58

That, of form, is the dangerous part well-nigh caves: you don't know how far they go back, sometimes, or where a passage behind may lead to, or what is waiting for you inside.

P.59

They talked and talked, and forgot most the storm, and discussed what each would do with his share of the treasure (when they got it, which at the moment did not seem and so impossible); and so they dropped off to slumber one by one. And that was the last time that they used the ponies, packages, baggages, tools and paraphernalia that they had brought with them.

P.69

"Go back?" he idea. "No good at all! Get sideways? Incommunicable! Go forrard? Only matter to do! On we get!" So up he got, and trotted forth with his little sword held in front of him and one paw feeling the wall, and his middle all of a patter and a pitter.

P.70

Hobbits are not quite like ordinary people; and afterwards all if their holes are nice cheery places and properly aired, quite different from the tunnels of the goblins, still they are more than used to tunnelling than we are, and they do not hands lose their sense of management clandestine—not when their heads have recovered from beingness bumped. Also they tin movement very quietly, and hide hands, and recover wonderfully from falls and bruises, and they have a fund of wisdom and wise sayings that men have mostly never heard or have forgotten long ago. I should non have liked to accept been in Mr. Baggins' place, notwithstanding.

P.71

Deep down here past the dark water lived old Gollum, a small slimy creature. I don't know where he came from, nor who or what he was. He was Gollum—as night equally darkness, except for ii big round stake eyes in his sparse face up. He had a little gunkhole, and he rowed about quite quietly on the lake; for lake it was, wide and deep and deadly cold. He paddled it with large feet dangling over the side, but never a ripple did he make. Not he. He was looking out of his stake lamp-similar eyes for blind fish, which he grabbed with his long fingers as quick as thinking.

p.94

"What did I tell you?" said Gandalf laughing. "Mr. Baggins has more well-nigh him than you approximate." He gave Bilbo a queer wait from under his bushy eyebrows, as he said this, and the hobbit wondered if he guessed at the part of his tale that he had left out.

P.104

Eagles are not kindly birds. Some are cowardly and brutal. But the ancient race of the northern mountains were the greatest of all birds; they were proud and potent and noble-hearted. They did non love goblins, or fearfulness them. When they took any notice of them at all (which was seldom, for they did not consume such creatures), they swooped on them and drove them shrieking back to their caves, and stopped whatever wickedness they were doing. The goblins hated the eagles and feared them, but could not achieve their lofty seats, or bulldoze them from the mountains.

P.111

So ended the adventures of the Misty Mountains. Soon Bilbo's breadbasket was feeling total and comfortable again, and he felt he could sleep contentedly, though actually he would take liked a loaf and butter better than bits of meat toasted on sticks. He slept curled upward on the difficult rock more soundly than ever he had washed on his plumage-bed in his own trivial hole at home. But all dark he dreamed of his ain firm and wandered in his sleep into all his unlike rooms looking for something that he could not find nor remember what information technology looked similar.

P.112

"Don't pinch!" said his eagle. "You need not be frightened like a rabbit, even if you look rather like 1. It is a fair morning with little wind. What is effectively than flight?"

P.113

"Adieu!" they cried, "wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey's end!" That is the polite matter to say among eagles. "May the wind under your wings acquit you where the sun sails and the moon walks," answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.

P.114

"I always meant to see y'all all safety (if possible) over the mountains," said the wizard, "and now past skillful management and good luck I have done it. Indeed we are now a good deal further east than I ever meant to come with y'all, for afterward all this is not my adventure. I may await in on it again before it is all over, simply in the meanwhile I have some other pressing business to attend to." The dwarves groaned and looked most distressed, and Bilbo wept.

P.138

"Good-bye then, and really practiced-bye!" said Gandalf, and he turned his equus caballus and rode down into the Westward. Merely he could not resist the temptation to have the last word. Before he had passed quite out of hearing he turned and put his hands to his rima oris and called to them. They heard his vox come faintly: "Good-bye! Be good, take care of yourselves—and DON'T LEAVE THE PATH!"

P.146

Nevertheless if they had known more near it and considered the pregnant of the hunt and the white deer that had appeared upon their path, they would have known that they were at last drawing towards the eastern edge, and would soon have come up, if they could have kept up their courage and their hope, to thinner copse and places where the sunlight came once again.

P.150

"You need not try," said Thorin. "In fact if you can't talk almost something else, y'all had improve exist silent. We are quite annoyed enough with you every bit it is. If you hadn't waked up, we should have left you to your idiotic dreams in the forest; you are no joke to carry even after weeks of brusque eatables."

P.156

There was the usual dim grey light of the forest-24-hour interval about him when he came to his senses. The spider lay dead beside him, and his sword-blade was stained blackness. Somehow the killing of the giant spider, all lonely by himself in the dark without the aid of the wizard or the dwarves or of anyone else, made a bully difference to Mr. Baggins. He felt a dissimilar person, and much fiercer and bolder in spite of an empty stomach, as he wiped his sword on the grass and put information technology dorsum into its sheath. "I will give you a name," he said to it, "and I shall telephone call you Sting."

P.159

When nearly fifty had gone off to the identify where he had stood before, he threw some more stones at these, and at others that had stopped backside; then dancing amid the trees he began to sing a song to infuriate them and bring them all after him, and also to let the dwarves hear his voice. This is what he sang:

Old fatty spider spinning in a tree!

Former fatty spider can't meet me!

Attercop! Attercop!

Won't you finish,

Finish your spinning and wait for me?

Former Tomnoddy, all big body,

Old Tomnoddy can't spy me!

Attercop! Attercop!

Down you drib!

You'll never catch me upwards your tree!

P.165

These questions they asked over and over over again, and information technology was from picayune Bilbo that they seemed to await to go the answers. From which you can encounter that they had inverse their opinion of Mr. Baggins very much, and had begun to have a bang-up respect for him (every bit Gandalf had said they would). Indeed they really expected him to think of some wonderful plan for helping them, and were not merely grumbling. They knew but too well that they would soon all accept been dead, if it had non been for the hobbit; and they thanked him many times. Some of them even got up and bowed right to the footing before him, though they vicious over with the effort, and could not get on their legs again for some time. Knowing the truth nigh the vanishing did not lessen their opinion of Bilbo at all; for they saw that he had some wits, every bit well every bit luck and a magic ring—and all three are very useful possessions. In fact they praised him so much that Bilbo began to experience there really was something of a bold adventurer virtually himself afterwards all, though he would have felt a lot bolder even so, if there had been anything to eat.

P.166

He but sat staring in front end of him at the countless copse; and afterwards a while they all fell silent again. All except Balin. Long later the others had stopped talking and shut their eyes, he kept on muttering and chuckling to himself. "Gollum! Well I'm blest! And so that'southward how he sneaked by me, is it? Now I know! Simply crept quietly forth did you, Mr. Baggins? Buttons all over the doorstep! Adept old Bilbo—Bilbo—Bilbo—bo—bo—bo—" And then he fell asleep, and there was complete silence for a long while.

P.167

The feasting people were Wood-elves, of course. These are not wicked folk. If they take a fault information technology is distrust of strangers. Though their magic was strong, even in those days they were wary. They differed from the High Elves of the West, and were more than dangerous and less wise. For almost of them (together with their scattered relations in the hills and mountains) were descended from the ancient tribes that never went to Faerie in the Westward. In that location the Light-elves and the Deep-elves and the Bounding main-elves went and lived for ages, and grew fairer and wiser and more than learned, and invented their magic and their cunning craft in the making of beautiful and marvellous things, before some came back into the Broad Globe. In the Wide Earth the Wood-elves lingered in the twilight of our Sun and Moon, but loved best the stars; and they wandered in the swell forests that grew tall in lands that are now lost. They dwelt most frequently past the edges of the woods, from which they could escape at times to hunt, or to ride and run over the open lands by moonlight or starlight; and after the coming of Men they took ever more and more to the gloaming and the sunset. Withal elves they were and remain, and that is Proficient People.

P.175

Thorin was besides wretched to be angry any longer at his misfortunes, and was even showtime to recollect of telling the male monarch all near his treasure and his quest (which shows how low-spirited he had become), when he heard Bilbo's little voice at his keyhole.

P.197

The Male monarch below the mountains,

The King of carven stone,

The lord of silver fountains

Shall come into his own!

His crown shall be upholden,

His harp shall be restrung,

His halls shall echo golden

To songs of yore re-sung.

The woods shall wave on mountains

And grass beneath the sun;

His wealth shall menses in fountains

And the rivers gold run.

The streams shall run in gladness,

The lakes shall shine and fire,

All sorrow neglect and sadness

At the Mount-king's return!

P.205

They were lonely in the perilous waste without hope of farther help. They were at the end of their journey, but as far as ever, information technology seemed, from the end of their quest. None of them had much spirit left.

At present strange to say Mr. Baggins had more the others. He would ofttimes borrow Thorin's map and gaze at it, pondering over the runes and the message of the moon-letters Elrond had read. It was he that fabricated the dwarves begin the dangerous search on the western slopes for the secret door.

P.212

"If you hateful you lot remember it is my task to go into the secret passage first, O Thorin Thrain's son Oakenshield, may your bristles grow ever longer," he said crossly, "say so at one time and accept done! I might refuse. I have got you out of two messes already, which were inappreciably in the original bargain, and so that I am, I call up, already owed some reward. But 'third fourth dimension pays for all' as my father used to say, and somehow I don't remember I shall refuse. Perhaps I have begun to trust my luck more than I used to in the old days "—he meant last spring before he left his ain house, just it seemed centuries ago—" but anyway I call up I volition become and have a peep at one time and get it over. Now who is coming with me?"

P.213

Afterward a while Balin bade Bilbo "Skilful luck!" and stopped where he could nonetheless come across the faint outline of the door, and by a fox of the echoes of the tunnel hear the rustle of the whispering voices of the others simply outside. Then the hobbit slipped on his band, and warned past the echoes to have more than hobbit's care to make no sound, he crept noiselessly down, down, down into the nighttime. He was trembling with fearfulness, only his picayune face was set and grim. Already he was a very different hobbit from the one that had run out without a pocket-handkerchief from Bag-End long ago. He had not had a pocket-handkerchief for ages. He loosened his dagger in its sheath, tightened his belt, and went on.

P.217

Thieves! Fire! Murder! Such a affair had not happened since commencement he came to the Mount! His rage passes description—the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that take more they can enjoy suddenly lose something that they have long had but have never before used or wanted.

P.221

"Possibly something will turn up. 'Every worm has his weak spot,' as my father used to say, though I am sure it was non from personal experience. " Naturally the dwarves accustomed the offer eagerly. Already they had come to respect piffling Bilbo. At present he had become the existent leader in their adventure. He had begun to have ideas and plans of his ain.

P.222

"You lot may indeed! I come from nether the hill, and nether the hills and over the hills my paths led. And through the air. I am he that walks unseen."

"Then I can well believe," said Smaug, "but that is hardly your usual proper name."

"I am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly. I was chosen for the lucky number."

"Lovely titles!" sneered the dragon. "Simply lucky numbers don't e'er come off."

"I am he that buries his friends alive and drowns them and draws them alive again from the water. I came from the end of a bag, simply no bag went over me."

"These don't sound and so creditable," scoffed Smaug.

"I am the friend of bears and the invitee of eagles. I am Ringwinner and Luckwearer; and I am Barrel-passenger," went on Bilbo showtime to be pleased with his riddling.

"That's meliorate!" said Smaug. "Only don't let your imagination run away with you!"

This of course is the way to talk to dragons, if you don't want to reveal your proper proper name (which is wise), and don't desire to infuriate them by a flat refusal (which is also very wise). No dragon tin can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting fourth dimension trying to empathize information technology. There was a lot here which Smaug did not understand at all (though I look you exercise, since you know all about Bilbo'due south adventures to which he was referring), but he idea he understood enough, and he chuckled in his wicked inside.

P.226

"Now I am old and strong, strong, strong, Thief in the Shadows!" he gloated. "My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my jiff expiry!"

"I have ever understood," said Bilbo in a frightened squeak, "that dragons were softer underneath, specially in the region of the—er—chest; but doubtless 1 and then fortified has idea of that."

The dragon stopped short in his boasting. "Your information is antiquated," he snapped. "I am armoured above and below with iron scales and hard gems. No blade tin pierce me."

"I might accept guessed it," said Bilbo. "Truly at that place tin can nowhere be found the equal of Lord Smaug the Impenetrable. What magnificence to possess a waistcoat of fine diamonds!"

P.231

The necklace of Girion, Lord of Dale, made of five hundred emeralds green as grass, which he gave for the arming of his eldest son in a coat of dwarf-linked rings the similar of which had never been made before, for it was wrought of pure silver to the power and strength of triple steel. But fairest of all was the great white gem, which the dwarves had found below the roots of the Mountain, the Heart of the Mount, the Arkenstone of Thrain.

"The Arkenstone! The Arkenstone!" murmured Thorin in the dark, half dreaming with his chin upon his knees. "It was like a globe with a thousand facets; it shone similar silver in the firelight, like water in the sunday, like snow under the stars, similar rain upon the Moon!"

P.234

"Nosotros are trapped!" they groaned. "This is the finish. We shall dice hither."

But somehow, just when the dwarves were most despairing, Bilbo felt a strange lightening of the heart, equally if a heavy weight had gone from under his waistcoat.

"Come, come!" he said. "' While there's life there'due south promise!' as my father used to say, and '3rd time pays for all.'"

P.239

"Only a bat and a dropped torch, zero worse!" he said in reply to their questions. Though they were much relieved, they were inclined to be grumpy at being frightened for nothing; but what they would have said, if he had told them at that moment about the Arkenstone, I don't know. The mere fleeting glimpses of treasure which they had caught as they went along had rekindled all the fire of their dwarvish hearts; and when the middle of a dwarf, even the most respectable, is wakened by gold and past jewels, he grows suddenly assuming, and he may go fierce.

P.240

"Mr. Baggins!" he cried. "Here is the get-go payment of your reward! Cast off your old coat and put on this!"

With that he put on Bilbo a minor coat of mail, wrought for some young elf-prince long ago. It was of silver-steel, which the elves phone call mithril, and with it went a chugalug of pearls and crystals. A calorie-free helm of figured leather, strengthened beneath with hoops of steel, and studded virtually the brim with white gems, was set upon the hobbit'south head.

"I experience magnificent," he thought; "but I look I expect rather absurd. How they would laugh on the Hill at abode! Withal I wish there was a looking-glass handy!"

P.251

Total on the town he roughshod. His terminal throes splintered it to sparks and gledes. The lake roared in. A vast steam leaped upwardly, white in the sudden nighttime under the moon. There was a hiss, a gushing whirl, and then silence. And that was the cease of Smaug and Esgaroth, just non of Bard.

P.265

Now these were fair words and true, if proudly and grimly spoken; and Bilbo idea that Thorin would at in one case admit what justice was in them. He did not, of course, expect that any one would recall that it was he who discovered all past himself the dragon's weak spot; and that was just also, for no one ever did. But also he did not reckon with the power that gilt has upon which a dragon has long brooded, nor with dwarvish hearts.

P.272

"You may come across it!" said he. "Information technology is this!" and he drew forth the Arkenstone, and threw abroad the wrapping.

The Elvenking himself, whose eyes were used to things of wonder and beauty, stood upwardly in anaesthesia. Even Bard gazed marvelling at it in silence. It was as if a globe had been filled with moonlight and hung before them in a internet woven of the glint of frosty stars.

"This is the Arkenstone of Thrain," said Bilbo, "the Heart of the Mountain; and information technology is also the heart of Thorin. He values information technology above a river of gilt. I give information technology to you. Information technology will aid you in your bargaining." Then Bilbo, not without a shudder, not without a glance of longing, handed the marvellous rock to Bard, and he held it in his mitt, equally though dazed.

"Simply how is it yours to give?" he asked at last with an endeavour.

"O well!" said the hobbit uncomfortably. "It isn't exactly; merely, well, I am willing to let it stand against all my merits, don't you lot know. I may be a burglar—or then they say: personally I never really felt like one—but I am an honest 1, I hope, more or less. Anyway I am going dorsum at present, and the dwarves can practise what they like to me. I hope you volition notice it useful."

The Elvenking looked at Bilbo with a new wonder. "Bilbo Baggins!" he said. "You are more worthy to wear the armour of elf-princes than many that accept looked more comely in it. Simply I wonder if Thorin Oakenshield will see it so. I have more knowledge of dwarves in full general than you take peradventure. I suggest you lot to remain with us, and here you shall be honoured and thrice welcome."

"Thank you very much I am sure," said Bilbo with a bow. "Merely I don't call back I ought to exit my friends like this, after all nosotros have gone through together. And I promised to wake sometime Bombur at midnight, too! Really I must be going, and quickly."

Zero they could say would stop him; so an escort was provided for him, and as he went both the king and Bard saluted him with accolade. As they passed through the army camp an old human, wrapped in a dark cloak, rose from a tent door where he was sitting and came towards them.

"Well washed! Mr. Baggins!" he said, clapping Bilbo on the dorsum. "There is e'er more than almost you than anyone expects!" Information technology was Gandalf.

For the outset time for many a day Bilbo was really delighted. Just there was no time for all the questions that he immediately wished to ask.

"All in good time!" said Gandalf. "Things are drawing towards the terminate now, unless I am mistaken. In that location is an unpleasant time just in front of y'all; just keep your heart up! You may come through all right. At that place is news brewing that even the ravens have not heard. Good night!"

Puzzled but cheered, Bilbo hurried on. He was guided to a safe ford and set across dry, and so he said goodbye to the elves and climbed advisedly back towards the Gate. Slap-up weariness began to come over him; only it was well before midnight when he clambered up the rope again—it was still where he had left it. He untied information technology and hid information technology, and so he sat downward on the wall and wondered anxiously what would happen side by side.

At midnight he woke upwardly Bombur; and so in plow rolled himself up in his corner, without listening to the one-time dwarf'southward thanks (which he felt he had hardly earned). He was soon fast asleep forgetting all his worries till the morning. As a matter of fact he was dreaming of eggs and bacon.

P.275

"Hail Thorin!" said Bard. "Are you still of the same mind?"

"My mind does not change with the rise and setting of a few suns," answered Thorin.

P.283

It was a terrible boxing. The most dreadful of all Bilbo'southward experiences, and the one which at the time he hated most—which is to say it was the one he was most proud of, and almost fond of recalling long afterwards, although he was quite unimportant in information technology. Really I may say he put on his ring early in the business concern, and vanished from sight, if not from all danger.

P.290

"Farewell, good thief," he said. "I go now to the halls of waiting to sit down beside my fathers, until the world is renewed. Since I exit now all gilt and silver, and go where it is of little worth, I wish to part in friendship from yous, and I would take back my words and deeds at the Gate."

Bilbo knelt on one articulatio genus filled with sorrow. "Cheerio, King under the Mount!" he said. "This is a bitter take chances, if it must stop so; and not a mountain of aureate can amend information technology. Even so I am glad that I accept shared in your perils—that has been more than than whatever Baggins deserves."

"No!" said Thorin. " There is more in you of practiced than yous know, child of the kindly W. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure out. If more of us valued food and cheer and song higher up hoarded golden, it would exist a merrier globe. Just sorry or merry, I must get out information technology now. Farewell!"

Then Bilbo turned away, and he went past himself, and saturday solitary wrapped in a blanket, and, whether you believe it or not, he wept until his eyes were ruby-red and his voice was hoarse. He was a kindly little soul. Indeed information technology was long earlier he had the middle to make a joke once again. "A mercy it is," he said at last to himself, "that I woke up when I did. I wish Thorin were living, merely I am glad that nosotros parted in kindness. You are a fool, Bilbo Baggins, and you made a great mess of that business concern with the stone; and at that place was a battle, in spite of all your efforts to buy peace and quiet, just I suppose you tin hardly exist blamed for that."

P.292

Actually it was some days before Bilbo actually prepare out. They buried Thorin deep below the Mount, and Bard laid the Arkenstone upon his chest.

"At that place let information technology lie till the Mount falls!" he said. "May information technology bring proficient fortune to all his folk that dwell hither subsequently!"

Upon his tomb the Elvenking then laid Orcrist, the elvish sword that had been taken from Thorin in captivity. It is said in songs that it gleamed ever in the dark if foes approached, and the fortress of the dwarves could not be taken past surprise. There at present Dain son of Nain took up his abode, and he became King under the Mountain, and in time many other dwarves gathered to his throne in the ancient halls. Of the twelve companions of Thorin, 10 remained. Fili and Kili had fallen defending him with shield and body, for he was their female parent's elder brother. The others remained with Dain; for Dain dealt his treasure well.

P.293

At last the time came for him to say good-adieu to his friends. "Cheerio, Balin!" he said; "and farewell, Dwalin; and farewell Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur! May your beards never grow thin!" And turning towards the Mountain he added: "Farewell Thorin Oakenshield! And Fili and Kili! May your memory never fade!"

Then the dwarves bowed low before their Gate, simply words stuck in their throats. "Expert-farewell and practiced luck, wherever you fare!" said Balin at last. "If ever you visit us over again, when our halls are made fair once more than, and then the feast shall indeed be splendid!"

"If ever you are passing my way," said Bilbo, "don't look to knock! Tea is at iv; but any of you are welcome at whatsoever time!"

Then he turned away.

P.297

Equally they rode down the steep path, Bilbo heard the elves still singing in the trees, as if they had not stopped since he left; and as soon as the riders came downwardly into the lower glades of the wood they burst into a song of much the aforementioned kind every bit before. This is something similar it:

The dragon is withered,

His bones are now crumbled;

His armour is shivered,

His splendour is humbled!

Though sword shall exist rusted,

And throne and crown perish

With forcefulness that men trusted

And wealth that they cherish,

Here grass is however growing,

And leaves are yet swinging,

The white water flowing,

And elves are nevertheless singing

Come up! Tra-la-la-lally!

Come back to the valley!

The stars are far brighter

Than gems without measure,

The moon is far whiter

Than argent in treasure;

The burn down is more shining

On hearth in the gloaming

Than gold won past mining,

Then why go a-roaming?

O! Tra-la-la-lally

Come back to the Valley.

O! Where are you going,

And so late in returning?

The river is flowing,

The stars are all burning!

O! Whither so laden,

Then sad and so dreary?

Here elf and elf-maiden

At present welcome the weary

With Tra-la-la-lally

Come up back to the Valley,

Tra-la-la-lally

Fa-la-la-lally

Fa-la!

P.304

Indeed Bilbo constitute he had lost more than spoons—he had lost his reputation. It is true that for ever after he remained an elf-friend, and had the honour of dwarves, wizards, and all such folk as ever passed that style; merely he was no longer quite respectable. He was in fact held past all the hobbits of the neighbourhood to be 'queer'—except by his nephews and nieces on the Took side, but fifty-fifty they were non encouraged in their friendship by their elders.

I am sorry to say he did non mind. He was quite content; and the sound of the kettle on his hearth was ever later more musical than it had been fifty-fifty in the quiet days before the Unexpected Party. His sword he hung over the mantelpiece. His coat of post was arranged on a stand in the hall (until he lent it to a Museum). His golden and silver was largely spent in presents, both useful and extravagant—which to a sure extent accounts for the affection of his nephews and his nieces. His magic ring he kept a slap-up secret, for he chiefly used it when unpleasant callers came.

He took to writing poetry and visiting the elves; and though many shook their heads and touched their foreheads and said "Poor quondam Baggins!" and though few believed whatsoever of his tales, he remained very happy to the end of his days, and those were extraordinarily long.

P.305

The former Principal had come to a bad stop. Bard had given him much gilded for the assist of the Lake-people, but existence of the kind that easily catches such disease he barbarous under the dragon-sickness, and took near of the gilded and fled with it, and died of starvation in the Waste, deserted by his companions.

"And so the prophecies of the old songs have turned out to be true, afterward a fashion!" said Bilbo.

"Of course!" said Gandalf. "And why should not they show true? Surely you don't disbelieve the prophecies, considering y'all had a mitt in bringing them about yourself? You don't really suppose, exercise you lot, that all your adventures and escapes were managed by mere luck, only for your sole benefit? You are a very fine person, Mr. Baggins, and I am very fond of you; simply you are only quite a petty swain in a wide globe after all!"

"Thank goodness!" said Bilbo laughing, and handed him the tobacco-jar.

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