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At last Bilbo could wait no longer. Well? he said. What about your ? I want to go. You must show me the way. Did we say so, precious? Show the nassty little Baggins the way out, yes, yes. But what has it got in its pocketses, eh? Not string, precious, but not nothing. Oh no! gollum! you mind, said Bilbo. A is a . Cross it is, impatient, precious, hissed Gollum. But it must wait, yes it must. We can't go up the tunnels so hasty. We must go and some things first, yes, things to help us. Well, ! said Bilbo, relieved to think of Gollum going away. He thought he was just making an excuse and did not mean to come back. What was Gollum talking about? What useful thing could he keep out on the dark lake? But he was wrong. Gollum did mean to come back. He was angry and hungry. And he was a miserable wicked creature, and already he had a plan. Not far away was his island, of which Bilbo k nothing, and t in his hiding-place he kept a few wretched oddments, and one very beautiful thing, very beautiful, very derful. He had a ring, a en ring, a precious ring. My birthday-present! he whispered to himself, as he had often done in the endless dark days. That's what we wants , yes; we wants it! He wanted it because it was a ring of power, and if you slipped that ring on your finger, you were invisible; in the full sunlight could you be seen, and then by your shadow, and that would be shaky and faint. My birthday-present! It came to me on my birthday, my precious, So he had always said to himself. But who ks how Gollum came by that present, ages ago in the old days when such rings were still at large in the world? Perhaps even the Master who ruled them could not have said. Gollum used to wear it at first, till it tired him; and then he kept it in a pouch next his skin, till it ged him; and usuy he hid it in a hole in the rock on his island, and was always going back to look at it. And still sometimes he put it on, when he could not bear to be parted from it any longer, or when he was very, very, hungry, and tired of fish. Then he would creep along dark passages looking for stray goblins. He might even venture into places w the torches were lit and made his eyes blink and smart; for he would be safe. Oh yes, quite safe. No one would see him, no one would notice him, till he had his fingers on their throat. a few hours ago he had worn it, and caught a sm goblin-imp. How it squeaked! He still had a bone or two left to gnaw, but he wanted something softer. Quite safe, yes, he whispered to himself. It 't see us, will it, my precious? No. It 't see us, and its nassty little sword will be useless, yes quite. That is what was in his wicked little mind, as he slipped suddenly from Bilbo's side, and flapped back to his boat, and went into the dark. Bilbo thought he had heard the last of him. Still he waited a while; for he had no idea how to find his way out alone. Suddenly he heard a screech. It sent a shiver down his back. Gollum was cursing and wailing away in the gloom, not very far by the sound of it. He was on his island, scrabbling and t, searching and seeking in vain. W is it? W iss it? Bilbo heard him crying. Losst it is, my precious, lost, lost! Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost! What's the matter? Bilbo ced. What have you lost? It mustn't ask us, shrieked Gollum. Not its business, no, gollum! It's losst, gollum, gollum, gollum. Well, so am I, cried Bilbo, and I want to unlost. And I the game, and you d. So come along! Come and let me out, and then go on with your looking! Utterly miserable as Gollum sounded, Bilbo could not find much pity in his heart, and he had a feeling that anything Gollum wanted so much could hardly be something good. Come along! he shouted. No, not yet, precious! Gollum answered. We must search for it, it's lost, gollum. But you guessed my last question, and you d, said Bilbo. guessed! said Gollum. Then suddenly out of the gloom came a sharp hiss. What has it got in its pocketses? Tell us that. It must tell first. As far as Bilbo k, t was no particular reason why he should not tell. Gollum's mind had jumped to a guess quicker than his; natury, for Gollum had brooded for ages on this one thing, and he was always afraid of its being stolen. But Bilbo was annoyed at the delay. After , he had the game, pretty fairly, at a horrible risk. Answers were to be guessed not given, he said. But it wasn't a fair question, said Gollum. Not a riddle, precious, no. Oh well, if it's a matter of ordinary questions, Bilbo replied, then I asked one first. What have you lost? Tell me that! What has it got in its pocketses? The sound came hissing louder and sharper, and as he looked towards it, to his alarm Bilbo saw two sm points of light peering at him. As suspicion grew in Gollum's mind, the light of his eyes burned with a pale flame. What have you lost? Bilbo persisted. But the light in Gollum's eyes had become a green fire, and it was coming swiftly nearer. Gollum was in his boat again, paddling wildly back to the dark shore; and such a rage of loss and suspicion was in his heart that no sword had any more terror for him. Bilbo could not guess what had maddened the wretched creature, but he saw that was up, and that Gollum meant to murder him at any . Just in time he turned and ran blindly back up the dark passage down which he had come, keeping c to the w and feeling it with his left hand. What has it got in its pocketses? he heard the hiss loud behind him, and the splash as Gollum leapt from his boat. What have I, I der? he said to himself, as he panted and stumbled along. He put his left hand in his pocket. The ring felt very cold as it quietly slipped on to his groping forefinger. The hiss was c behind him. He turned and saw Gollum's eyes like sm green lamps coming up the slope. Terrified he tried to run er, but suddenly he struck his toes on a snag in the floor, and fell flat with his little sword under him. In a moment Gollum was on him. But before Bilbo could do anything, recover his breath, pick himself up, or wave his sword, Gollum passed by, taking no notice of him, cursing and whispering as he ran. What could it mean? Gollum could see in the dark. Bilbo could see the light of his eyes palely shining even from behind. Painfully he got up, and sheathed his sword, which was glowing faintly again, then very cautiously he followed. T seemed nothing else to do. It was no good crawling back down to Gollum's water. Perhaps if he followed him, Gollum might lead him to some way of escape without meaning to. Curse it! curse it! curse it! hissed Gollum. Curse the Baggins! It's gone! What has it got in its pocketses? Oh we guess, we guess, my precious. He's found it, yes he must have. My birthday-present. Bilbo pricked up his ears. He was at last beginning to guess himself. H^ hurried a little, ting as c as he dared behind Gollum, who was still going quickly, not looking back, but turning his head from side to side, as Bilbo could see from the faint glimmer on the ws. My birthday-present! Curse it! How did we it, my precious? Yes, that's it. When we came this way last, when we twisted that nassty young squeaker. That's it. Curse it! It slipped from us, after these ages and ages! It's gone, gollum. Suddenly Gollum sat down and began to weep, a whistling and gurgling sound horrible to listen to. Bilbo halted and flattened himself against the tunnel-w. After a while Gollum ped weeping and began to talk. He seemed to be having an argument with himself. It's no good going back t to search, no. We doesn't remember the places we've visited. And it's no use. The Baggins has got it in its pocketses; the nassty noser has found it, we says. We guesses, precious, guesses. We can't k till we find the nassty creature and squeezes it. But it doesn't k what the present can do, does it? It'll just keep it in its pocketses. It doesn't k, and it can't go far. It's lost itself, the nassty nosey thing. It doesn't k the way out It said so. It said so, yes; but it's tricksy. It doesn't say what it means. It 't say what it's got in its pocketses. It ks. It ks a way in, it must k a way out, yes. It's to the back-door. To the back-door, that's it. The goblinses will catch it then. It can't out that way, precious. Ssss, sss, gollum! Goblinses! Yes, but if it's got the present, our precious present, then goblinses will it, gollum! They'll find it, they'll find out what it does. We shan't ever be safe again, , gollum! One of the goblinses will put it on, and then no one will see him. He'll be t but not seen. Not even our clever eyeses will notice him; and he'll come creepsy and tricksy and catch us, gollum, gollum! Then let's talking, precious, and make haste. If the Baggins has gone that way, we must go quick and see. Go! Not far . Make haste! With a spring Gollum got up and started shambling at a pace. Bilbo hurried after him, still cautiously, though his chief fear was of tripping on another snag and fing with a noise. His head was in a whirl of hope and der. It seemed that the ring he had was a magic ring: it made you invisible! He had heard of such things, of course, in old old tales; but it was hard to believe that he rey had found one, by accident. Still t it was: Gollum with his bright eyes had passed him by, a yard to one side. On they went, Gollum flip-flapping ahead, hissing and cursing; Bilbo behind going as softly as a hobbit can. they came to places w, as Bilbo had noticed on the way down, side-passages ed, this way and that. Gollum began at once to count them. One left, yes. One right, yes. Two right, yes, yes. Two left, yes, yes. And so on and on. As the count grew he slowed down, and he began to shaky and weepy; for he was leaving the water further and further behind, and he was ting afraid. Goblins might be about, and he had lost his ring. At last he ped by a low ing, on their left as they went up. Seven right, yes. Six left, yes! he whispered. This is it. This is the way to the back-door, yes. 's the passage! He peered in, and shrank back. But we durstn't go in, precious, no we durstn't. Goblinses down t. Lots of goblinses. We smells them. Ssss! What sh we do? Curse them and crush them! We must wait , precious, wait a bit and see. So they came to a dead . Gollum had brought Bilbo to the way out after , but Bilbo could not in! T was Gollum sitting humped up right in the ing, and his eyes gleamed cold in his head, as he swayed it from side to side between his knees. Bilbo crept away from the w more quietly than a mouse; but Gollum stiffened at once, and sniffed, and his eyes went green. He hissed softly but menacingly. He could not see the hobbit, but he was on the alert, and he had other senses that the darkness had sharpened: hearing and smell. He seemed to be crouched right down with his flat hands splayed on the floor, and his head thrust out, nose almost to the stone. Though he was a black shadow in the gleam of his own eyes, Bilbo could see or feel that he was tense as a bowstring, gatd for a spring. Bilbo almost ped breathing, and went stiff himself. He was despe. He must away, out of this horrible darkness, while he had any strength left. He must fight. He must stab the foul thing, put its eyes out, kill it. It meant to kill him. No, not a fair fight. He was invisible . Gollum had no sword. Gollum had not actuy threatened to kill him, or tried to yet. And he was miserable, alone, lost. A sudden understanding, a pity mixed with horror, welled up in Bilbo's heart: a glimpse of endless unmarked days without light or hope of betterment, hard stone, cold fish, sneaking and whispering. these thoughts passed in a flash of a second. He trembled. And then quite suddenly in another flash, as if lifted by a strength and resolve, he leaped. No leap for a man, but a leap in the dark. Straight over Gollum's head he jumped, seven feet forward and three in the air; indeed, had he kn it, he just missed cracking his skull on the low arch of the passage. Gollum threw himself backwards, and grabbed as the hobbit flew over him,but too late: his hands snapped on thin air, and Bilbo, fing fair on his sturdy feet, sped down the tunnel. He did not turn to see what Gollum was doing. T was a hissing and cursing almost at his heels at first, then it ped. at once t came a bloodcurdling shriek, filled with hatred and despair. Gollum was defeated. He dared go no further. He had lost: lost his prey, and lost, too, the thing he had ever cared for, his precious. The cry brought Bilbo's heart to his mouth, but still he held on. faint as an echo, but menacing, the voice came behind: Thief, thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it, we hates it, we hates it for ever! Then t was a silence. But that too seemed menacing to Bilbo. If goblins are so near that he smelt them, he thought, then they'll have heard his shrieking and cursing. Careful , or this way will lead you to worse things. The passage was low and roughly made. It was not too difficult for the hobbit, except when, in spite of care, he stubbed his poor toes again, several times, on nasty jagged stones in the floor. A bit low for goblins, at least for the big ones, thought Bilbo, not king that even the big ones, the ores of the mountains, go along at a speed stooping low with their hands almost on the ground. the passage that had been sloping down began to go up again, and after a while it climbed steeply. That slowed Bilbo down. But at last the slope ped, the passage turned a corner, and dipped down again, and t, at the bottom of a short incline, he saw, filtering round another corner-a glimpse of light. Not red light, as of fire or lantern, but a pale out-of-doors sort of light. Then Bilbo began to run. Scuttling as as his legs would carry him he turned the last corner and came suddenly right into an space, w the light, after that time in the dark, seemed dazzlingly bright. Rey it was a leak of sunshine in through a doorway, w a door, a stone door, was left standing . Bilbo blinked, and then suddenly he saw the goblins: goblins in full armour with drawn swords sitting just inside the door, and watching it with wide eyes, and watching the passage that led to it. They were aroused, alert, ready for anything. They saw him er than he saw them. Yes, they saw him. Whether it was.an accident, or a last trick of the ring before it took a master, it was not on his finger. With yells of delight the goblins rushed upon him. A pang of fear and loss, like an echo of Gollum's misery, smote Bilbo, and forting even to draw his sword he struck his hands into his pockets. And - t was the ring still, in his left pocket, and it slipped on his finger. The goblins ped short. They could not see a sign of him. He had vanished. They yelled twice as loud as before, but not so delightedly. W is it? they cried. Whistles blew, armour clashed, swords rattled, goblins cursed and swore and ran hither and thither, fing over one another and ting very angry. T was a terrible outcry, to-do, and disturbance. Bilbo was dreadfully frightened, but he had the sense to understand what had happened and to sneak behind a big barrel which held drink for the goblin-guards, and so out of the way and being bumped into, trampled to death, or caught by feel. I must to the door, I must to the door! he kept on saying to himself, but it was a long time before he ventured to try. Then it was like a horrible game of blind-man's buff. The place was full of goblins running about, and the poor little hobbit dodged this way and that, was knocked over by a goblin who could not make out what he had bumped into, scrambled away on fours, slipped between the legs of the captain just in time, got up, and ran for the door. It was still ajar, but a goblin had pushed it nearly to. Bilbo struggled but he could not move it. He tried to squeeze through the crack. He squeezed and squeezed, and he stuck! It was awful. His buttons had got wedged on the edge of the door and the door-post. He could see outside into the air: t were a few steps running down into a narrow vey between t mountains; the sun came out from behind a cloud and shone bright on the outside of the door-but he could not through. Suddenly one of the goblins inside shouted: T is a shadow by the door. Something is outside! Bilbo's heart jumped into his mouth. He gave a terrific squirm. Buttons burst in directions. He was through, with a torn coat and waistcoat, leaping down the steps like a goat, while bewildered goblins were still picking up his nice brass buttons on the doorstep. Of course they came down after him, hooting and hooing, and hunting among the trees. But they don't like the sun: it makes their legs wobble and their heads giddy. 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