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Nor is this town in the Wood-elves' realm. I speak to the Master of the town of the Men of the lake, not to the raft-men of the king. Then the Master hesitated and looked from one to the other. The Elvenking was very powerful in those parts and the Master wished for no enmity with him, nor did he think much of old songs, giving his mind to.trade and tolls, to cargoes and , to which habit he owed his position. Others were of different mind, however, and quickly the matter was settled without him. The s had spread from the doors of the h like fire through the town. People were shouting inside the h and outside it. The quays were thronged with hurrying feet. Some began to sing snatches of old songs concerning the return of the King under the Mountain; that it was Thror's grandson not Thror himself that had come back did not bother them at . Others took up the song and it rolled loud and high over the lake. So they sang, or very like that, t was a more of it, and t was much shouting as well as the music of harps and of fiddles mixed up with it. Indeed such excitement had not been kn in the town in the memory of the oldest grandfather. The Wood-elves themselves began to wonder ly and even to be afraid. They did not k of course how Thorin had escaped, and they began to think their king might have made a mistake. As for the Master he saw t was nothing else for it but to obey the general clamour, for the moment at any , and to pretend to believe that Thorin was what he said. So he gave up to him his own chair and set Fili and Kili beside him in places of honour. Even Bilbo was given a seat at the high table, and no explanation of w he came in-no songs had uded to him even in the obscurest way-was asked for in the general bustle. afterwards the other dwarves were brought into the town amid scenes of astonishing enthusiasm. They were doctored and fed and housed and pampered in the most delightful and satisfactory fashion. A large house was given up to Thorin and his company; boats and rowers were put at their service; and crowds sat outside and sang songs day, or cheered if any dwarf showed so much as his nose. Some of the songs were old ones; but some of them were quite and spoke confidently of the sudden death of the dragon and of cargoes of rich presents coming down the river to Lake-town. These were inspired largely by the Master and they did not particularly the dwarves, but in the meantime they were well contented and they quickly grew fat and strong again. Indeed within a week they were quite recovered, fitted out in fine cloth of their proper colours, with beards combed and trimmed, and proud steps. Thorin looked and walked as if his kingdom was already regained and Smaug chopped up into little pieces. Then, as he had said, the dwarves' good feeling towards the little hobbit grew stronger every day. T were no more groans or grumbles. They drank his health, and they patted him on the back, and they made a fuss of him; which was just as well, for he was not feeling particularly cheerful. He had not forgotten the look of the Mountain, nor the thought of the dragon, and he had besides a shocking cold. For three days he sneezed and coughed, and he could not go out, and even after that his speeches at banquets were to Thag you very buch. In the meanwhile the Wood-elves had gone back up the Forest River with their cargoes, and t was excitement in the king's palace. I have heard what happened to the chief of the guards and the butler. Nothing of course was ever said about keys or barrels while the dwarves stayed in Lake-town, and Bilbo was careful to become invisible. Still, I daresay, more was guessed than was kn, though doubtless Mr. Baggins remained a bit of a mystery. In any case the king k the dwarves' errand, or thought he did, and he said to himself: Very well! We'll see! No treasure will come back through Mirkwood without my having something to say in the matter. But I expect they will come to a bad end, and serve them right! He at any did not believe in dwarves fighting and killing dragons like Smaug, and he strongly suspected attempted burglary or something like it which shows he was a wise elf and wiser than the men of the town, though not quite right, as we sh see in the end. He sent out his spies about the shores of the lake and as far northward towards the Mountains as they would go, and waited. At the end of a fortnight Thorin began to think of departure. While the enthusiasm still lasted in the town was the time to help. It would not do to let everything cool down with delay. So he spoke to the Master and his councillors and said that he and his company must go on towards the Mountain. Then for the first time the Master was surprised and a little frightened; and he wondered if Thorin was after rey a descendant of the old kings. He had thought that the dwarves would actuy dare to approach Smaug, but believed they were frauds who would er or later be discovered and be turned out. He was wrong. Thorin, of course, was rey the grandson of the King under the Mountain, and t is no king what a dwarf will not dare and do for revenge or the recovery of his own. But the Master was not sorry at to let them go. They were expensive to keep, and their arrival had turned things into a long holiday in which business was at a standstill. Let them go and bother Smaug, and see how he welcomes them! he thought. Certainly, O Thorin Thrain's son Thror's son! was what he said. You must claim your own. The hour is at hand, spoken of old. What help we can er sh be yours, and we trust to your gratitude when your kingdom is regained. So one day, although autumn was ting far on, and winds were cold, and s were fing , three large boats left Lake-town, laden with rowers, dwarves, Mr. Baggins, and many provisions. Horses and ponies had been sent round by circuitous paths to meet them at their appointed landing-place. The Master and his councillors bade them farewell from the steps of the town-h that went down to the lake. People sang on the quays and out of windows. The white oars dipped and splashed, and they went north up the lake on the last stage of their long journey. The person thoroughly unhappy was Bilbo. In two days going they rowed right up the Long Lake and passed out into the River Running, and they could see the Lonely Mountain towering grim and t before them. The stream was strong and their going slow. At the; end of the third day, some miles up the river, they drew in to the left or western and disembarked. they were joined by the horses with other provisions and necessaries and the ponies for their own use that had been sent to meet them. They packed what they could on the ponies and the rest was made into a store under a tent, but none of the men of the town would stay with them even for the night so near the shadow of the Mountain. Not at any until the songs have come true! said they. It was easier to believe in the Dragon and less easy to believe in Thorin in these wild parts. Indeed their stores had no need of any guard, for the land was desolate and empty. So their escort left them, making swiftly down the river and the shoreward paths, although the night was already drawing on. They spent a cold and lonely night and their spirits fell. The next day they set out again. Balin and Bilbo rode behind, each leading another pony heavily laden beside him; the others were some way ahead picking out a slow road, for t were no paths. They made north-west, slanting away from the River Running, and drawing ever nearer and nearer to a spur of the Mountain that was flung out southwards towards them. It was a weary journey, and a quiet and stealthy one. T was no laughter or song or sound of harps, and the pride and hopes which had stirred in their hearts at the singing of old songs by the lake died away to a plodding gloom. They k that they were drawing near to the end of their journey, and that it might be a very horrible end. The land about them grew bleak and barren, though once, as Thorin told them, it had been green and fair. T was little grass, and before long t was neither bush nor tree, and broken and blackened stumps to speak of ones long vanished. They were come to the Desolation of the Dragon, and they were come at the waning of the year. They reached the skirts of the Mountain the same without meeting any danger or any sign of the Dragon other than the wilderness he had made about his lair. The Mountain lay dark and silent before them and ever higher above them. They made their first camp on the western side of the southern spur, which ended in a height ced Ravenhill. On this t had been an old watch-post; but they dared not climb it yet, it was too exposed. Before setting out to search the western spurs of the Mountain for the door, on which their hopes rested, Thorin sent out a scouting expedition to spy out the land to the South w the Front Gate stood. For this purpose he chose Balin and Fili and Kili, and with them went Bilbo. They marched under the grey and silent cliffs to the feet of Ravenhill. T the river, after winding a wide loop over the vey of Dale, turned from the Mountain on its road to the Lake, flowing swift and noisily. Its was bare and rocky, t and steep above the stream; and gazing out from it over the narrow water, foaming and splashing among many boulders, they could see in the wide vey shadowed by the Mountain's arms the grey ruins of ancient houses, towers, and ws. T lies that is left of Dale, said Balin. The mountain's sides were green with woods and the sheltered vey rich and pleasant in the days when the bells rang in that town. He looked both sad and grim as he said this: he had been one of Thorin's companions on the day the Dragon came. They did not dare to follow the river much further to. wards the Gate; but they went on beyond the end of the southern spur, until lying behind a rock they could look out and see the dark cavernous ing in a cliff-w between the arms of the Mountain. Out of it the waters of the Running River sprang; and out of it too t came a steam and a dark smoke. Nothing moved in the waste, the vapour and the water, and every and again a black and ominous crow. The sound was the sound of the stony water, and every and again the harsh croak of a bird. Balin shuddered. Let us return! he said. We can do no good ! - And I don't like these dark birds, they look like spies of evil. The dragon is still alive and in the hs under the Mountain then-or I imagine so from the smoke, said the hobbit. That does not prove it, said Balin, though I don't doubt you are right. But he might be gone away some time, or he might be lying out on the mountain-side keeping watch, and still I expect smokes and steams would come out of the gates: the hs within must be filled with his foul reek. With such gloomy thoughts, followed ever by croaking crows above them, they made their weary way back to the camp. in June they had been guests in the fair house of Elrond, and though autumn was crawling towards winter that pleasant time seemed years ago. They were alone in the perilous waste without hope of further help. They were at the end of their journey, but as far as ever, it seemed, from the end of their quest. None of them had much spirit left. strange to say Mr. Baggins had more than the others. He would often 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 made the dwarves begin the dangerous search on the western slopes for the secret door. They moved their camp then to a long vey, narrower than the dale in the South w the Gates of the river stood, and wed with lower spurs of the Mountain. Two of these thrust forward west from the main mass in long steep-sided ridges that fell ever downwards towards the plain. On this western side t were fewer signs of the dragon's marauding feet, and t was some grass for their ponies. From this western camp, shadowed day by cliff and w until the sun began to sink towards the forest, day by day they toiled in parties searching for paths up the mountain-side. If the map was true, somew high above the cliff at the vey's head must stand the secret door. Day by day they came back to their camp without . But at last unexpectedly they found what they were seeking. Fili and Kili and the hobbit went back one day down the vey and scrambled among the tumbled rocks at its southern corner. About midday, creeping behind a stone that stood alone like a pillar, Bilbo came on what looked like rough steps going upwards. Following these excitedly he and the dwarves found traces of a narrow track, often lost, often rediscovered, that wandered on to the top of the southern ridge and brought them at last to a still narrower ledge, which turned north across the face of the Mountain. Looking down they saw that they were at the top of the cliff at the vey's head and were gazing down on to their own camp below. Silently, clinging to the rocky w on their right, they went in single file along the ledge, till the w ed and they turned into a little steep-wed bay, grassy-floored, still and quiet. Its entrance which they had found could not be seen from below because of the overhang of the cliff, nor from further because it was so sm that it looked like a dark crack and no more. It was not a cave and was to the sky above; but at its inner end a flat w rose up that in the lower I part, c to the ground, was as smooth and upright as mason's work, but without a joint or crevice to be seen. No sign was t of post or lintel or threshold, nor any sign of bar or bolt or key-hole; yet they did not doubt that they had found the door at last. They beat on it, they thrust and pushed at it, they implored it to move, they spoke fragments of broken spells of ing, and nothing stirred. At last tired out they. rested on the grass at its feet, and then at evening began, their long climb down. T was excitement in the camp that night. In the morning they prepared to move once more. Bofur and Bombur were left behind to guard the ponies and such stores as they had brought with them from the river. The others went down the vey and up the ly found path, and so to the narrow ledge. Along this they could carry no bundles or packs, so narrow and breathless was it, with a f of a hundred and fifty feet beside them on to sharp rocks below; but each of them took a good coil of rope wound tight about his waist, and so at last without mishap they reached the little grassy bay. T they made their third camp, hauling up what they needed from below with their ropes. Down the same way they were able occasiony to lower one of the more active dwarves, such as Kili, to exchange such s as t was, or to take a share in the guard below, while Bofur was hauled up to the higher camp. Bombur would not come up either the rope or the path. I am too fat for such fly-walks, he said. I should turn dizzy and tread on my beard, and then you would be thirteen again. And the knotted ropes are too slender for my weight. Luckily for him that was not true, as you will see. In the meanwhile some of them explored the ledge beyond the ing and found a path that led higher and higher on to the mountain; but they did not dare to venture very far that way, nor was t much use in it. Out up t a silence reigned, broken by no bird or sound except that of the wind in the crannies of stone. They spoke low and ced or sang, for danger brooded in every rock. The others who were busy with the secret of the door had no more . They were too eager to trouble about the runes or the moon-letters, but tried without resting to discover w exactly in the smooth face of the rock the door was . They had brought picks and tools of many sorts from Lake-town, and at first they tried to use these. But when they struck the stone the handles splintered and jarred their arms cruelly, and the steel heads broke or bent like lead. Mining work, they saw clearly was no good against the magic that had shut this door; and they grew terrified, too, of the echoing noise. Bilbo found sitting on the doorstep lonesome and wearisome-t was not a doorstep, of course, rey, but they used to c the little grassy space between the w and the ing the doorstep in fun, remembering Bilbo's words long ago at the unexpected party in his hobbit-hole, when he said they could sit on the doorstep till they thought of something. And sit and think they did, or wandered aimlessly about, and glummer and glummer they became. Their spirits had risen a little at the discovery of the path, but they sank into their boots; and yet they would not give it up and go away. The hobbit was no longer much brighter than the dwarves. He would do nothing but sit with his back to the rock-face and stare away west through the ing, over the cliff, over the wide lands to the black w of Mirkwood, and to the distances beyond, in which he sometimes thought he could catch glimpses of the Misty Mountains sm and far. If the dwarves asked him what he was doing he answered: You said sitting on the doorstep and thinking would be my job, not to mention ting inside, so I am sitting and thinking. But I am afraid he was not thinking much of the job, but of what lay beyond the blue distance, the quiet Western Land and the Hill and his hobbit-hole under it. A large grey stone lay in the centre of the grass and he stared moodily at it or watched the snails. They seemed to love the little shut-in bay with its ws of cool rock, and t were many of them of huge size crawling slowly and stickily along its sides. Tomorrow begins the last week of Autumn, said Thorin one day. And winter comes after autumn, said Bifur. And next year after that, said Dwalin, and our beards will grow till they hang down the cliff to the vey before anything happens . What is our burglar doing for us? Since he has got an invisible ring, and ought to be a speciy excellent performer , I am beginning to think he might go through the Front Gate and spy things out a bit! Bilbo heard this-the dwarves were on the rocks just : above the enclosure w he was sitting-and Good Gracious! he thought, so that is what they are beginning to think, is it? It is always poor me that has to them out : of their difficulties, at least since the wizard left. Whatever am I going to do? I might have kn that something dreadful would happen to me in the end. I don't think I could bear to see the unhappy vey of Dale again, and as for that steaming gate! ! ! That night he was very miserable and hardly slept. Next day the dwarves went wandering in various directions; some were exercising the ponies down below, some were roving about the mountain-side. day Bilbo sat gloomily in the grassy bay gazing at the stone, or out west through the narrow ing. He had a queer feeling that he was waiting for something. Perhaps the wizard will suddenly come back , he thought. If he lifted his head he could see a glimpse of the distant forest. As the sun turned west t was a gleam of yellow upon its far roof, as if the light caught the last pale s. he saw the orange b of the sun sinking towards the level of his eyes. He went to the ing and t pale and faint was a thin moon above the rim of Earth. At that very moment he heard a sharp crack behind him. T on the grey stone in the grass was an enormous thrush, nearly coal black, its pale yellow breast freckled dark spots. Crack! It had caught a snail and was knocking it on the stone. Crack! Crack! Suddenly Bilbo understood. Forting danger he stood on the ledge and hailed the dwarves, shouting and paying. Those that were nearest came tumbling over the rocks and as as they could along the ledge to him, wondering what on earth was the matter; the others shouted to be hauled up the ropes (except Bombur, of course: he was asleep). Quickly Bilbo explained. They fell silent: the hobbit standing by the grey stone, and the dwarves with wagging beards watching impatiently. The sun sank lower and lower, and their hopes fell. It sank into a belt of reddened cloud and disappeared. The dwarves groaned, but still Bilbo stood almost without moving. The little moon was dipping to the horizon. Evening was coming on. Then suddenly when their hope was lowest a red ray of the sun escaped like a finger through a rent in the cloud. A gleam of light came straight through the ing into the bay and fell on the smooth rock-face. The old thrush, who had been watching from a high perch with beady eyes and head cocked on one side, gave a sudden trill. T was a loud attack. A flake of rock split from the w and fell. A hole appeared suddenly about three feet from the ground. Quickly, trembling lest the should fade, the dwarves rushed to the rock and pushed-in vain. The key! The key! cried Bilbo. W is Thorin? Thorin hurried up. The key! shouted Bilbo. The key that went with the map! Try it while t is still time! Then Thorin stepped up and drew the key on its chain from round his neck. He put it to the hole. It fitted and it turned! Snap! The gleam went out, the sun sank, the moon was gone, and evening sprang into the sky. they pushed toher, and slowly a part of the rock-w gave way. Long straight cracks appeared and widened. A door five feet high and three broad was out - lined, and slowly without a sound swung inwards. 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