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"
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
all
come
to
a
bad
end
,
and
serve
them
right
!
"
He
at
any
rate
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
shall
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
get
help
.
It
would
not
do
to
let
everything
cool
down
with
delay
.
So
he
spoke
to
the
Master
and
his
councillors
and
said
that
soon
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
all
really
a
descendant
of
the
old
kings
.
He
had
never
thought
that
the
dwarves
would
actually
dare
to
approach
Smaug
,
but
believed
they
were
frauds
who
would
sooner
or
later
be
discovered
and
be
turned
out
.
He
was
wrong
Thorin
,
of
course
,
was
really
the
grandson
of
the
King
under
the
Mountain
,
and
there
is
no
knowing
what
a
dwarf
will
not
dare
and
do
for
revenge
or
the
recovery
of
his
own
.
But
the
Master
was
not
sorry
at
all
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
offer
shall
be
yours
,
and
we
trust
to
your
gratitude
when
your
kingdom
is
regained
.
"
So
one
day
,
although
autumn
was
now
getting
far
on
,
and
winds
were
cold
,
and
leaves
were
falling
fast
,
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
great
steps
of
the
town-hall
that
went
down
to
the
lake
.
People
sang
on
the
quays
and
out
of
windows
.
The
white
oars
dipped
and
splashed
,
and
off
they
went
north
up
the
lake
on
the
last
stage
of
their
long
journey
.
The
only
person
thoroughly
unhappy
was
Bilbo
.
In
two
days
going
they
rowed
right
up
the
Long
Lake
and
passed
out
into
the
River
Running
,
and
now
they
could
all
see
the
Lonely
Mountain
towering
grim
and
tall
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
bank
and
disembarked
.
Here
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
rate
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
all
the
land
was
desolate
and
empty
.
So
their
escort
left
them
,
making
off
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
there
were
no
paths
.
They
made
north-west
,
slanting
away
from
the
River
Running
,
and
drawing
ever
nearer
and
nearer
to
a
great
spur
of
the
Mountain
that
was
flung
out
southwards
towards
them
.
It
was
a
weary
journey
,
and
a
quiet
and
stealthy
one
.
There
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
knew
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
.
There
was
little
grass
,
and
before
long
there
was
neither
bush
nor
tree
,
and
only
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
all
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
great
southern
spur
,
which
ended
in
a
height
called
Ravenhill
.
On
this
there
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
hidden
door
,
on
which
all
their
hopes
rested
,
Thorin
sent
out
a
scouting
expedition
to
spy
out
the
land
to
the
South
where
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
.
There
the
river
,
after
winding
a
wide
loop
over
the
valley
of
Dale
,
turned
from
the
Mountain
on
its
road
to
the
Lake
,
flowing
swift
and
noisily
.
Its
bank
was
bare
and
rocky
,
tall
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
valley
shadowed
by
the
Mountain
's
arms
the
grey
ruins
of
ancient
houses
,
towers
,
and
walls
.
"
There
lies
all
that
is
left
of
Dale
,
"
said
Balin
.
"
The
mountain
's
sides
were
green
with
woods
and
all
the
sheltered
valley
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
hidden
behind
a
rock
they
could
look
out
and
see
the
dark
cavernous
opening
in
a
great
cliff-wall
between
the
arms
of
the
Mountain
.
Out
of
it
the
waters
of
the
Running
River
sprang
;
and
out
of
it
too
there
came
a
steam
and
a
dark
smoke
.
Nothing
moved
in
the
waste
,
save
the
vapour
and
the
water
,
and
every
now
and
again
a
black
and
ominous
crow
.
The
only
sound
was
the
sound
of
the
stony
water
,
and
every
now
and
again
the
harsh
croak
of
a
bird
.
Balin
shuddered
.
"
Let
us
return
!
"
he
said
.
"
We
can
do
no
good
here
!
-
And
I
do
n't
like
these
dark
birds
,
they
look
like
spies
of
evil
.
"
"
The
dragon
is
still
alive
and
in
the
halls
under
the
Mountain
then-or
I
imagine
so
from
the
smoke
,
"
said
the
hobbit
.
