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"
That
does
not
prove
it
,
"
said
Balin
,
"
though
I
do
n'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
:
all
the
halls
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
.
Only
in
June
they
had
been
guests
in
the
fair
house
of
Elrond
,
and
though
autumn
was
now
crawling
towards
winter
that
pleasant
time
now
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
.
Now
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
valley
,
narrower
than
the
great
dale
in
the
South
where
the
Gates
of
the
river
stood
,
and
walled
with
lower
spurs
of
the
Mountain
.
Two
of
these
here
thrust
forward
west
from
the
main
mass
in
long
steep-sided
ridges
that
fell
ever
downwards
towards
the
plain
.
On
this
western
side
there
were
fewer
signs
of
the
dragon
's
marauding
feet
,
and
there
was
some
grass
for
their
ponies
.
From
this
western
camp
,
shadowed
all
day
by
cliff
and
wall
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
,
somewhere
high
above
the
cliff
at
the
valley
's
head
must
stand
the
secret
door
.
Day
by
day
they
came
back
to
their
camp
without
success
.
But
at
last
unexpectedly
they
found
what
they
were
seeking
.
Fili
and
Kili
and
the
hobbit
went
back
one
day
down
the
valley
and
scrambled
among
the
tumbled
rocks
at
its
southern
corner
.
About
midday
,
creeping
behind
a
great
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
valley
's
head
and
were
gazing
down
on
to
their
own
camp
below
.
Silently
,
clinging
to
the
rocky
wall
on
their
right
,
they
went
in
single
file
along
the
ledge
,
till
the
wall
opened
and
they
turned
into
a
little
steep-walled
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
off
because
it
was
so
small
that
it
looked
like
a
dark
crack
and
no
more
.
It
was
not
a
cave
and
was
open
to
the
sky
above
;
but
at
its
inner
end
a
flat
wall
rose
up
that
in
the
lower
I
part
,
close
to
the
ground
,
was
as
smooth
and
upright
as
mason
's
work
,
but
without
a
joint
or
crevice
to
be
seen
.
"
No
sign
was
there
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
opening
,
and
nothing
stirred
.
At
last
tired
out
they
.
rested
on
the
grass
at
its
feet
,
and
then
at
evening
began
,
their
long
climb
down
.
There
was
excitement
in
the
camp
that
night
.
In
the
morning
they
prepared
to
move
once
more
.
Only
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
valley
and
up
the
newly
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
fall
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
.
There
they
made
their
third
camp
,
hauling
up
what
they
needed
from
below
with
their
ropes
.
Down
the
same
way
they
were
able
occasionally
to
lower
one
of
the
more
active
dwarves
,
such
as
Kili
,
to
exchange
such
news
as
there
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
opening
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
there
much
use
in
it
.
Out
up
there
a
silence
reigned
,
broken
by
no
bird
or
sound
except
that
of
the
wind
in
the
crannies
of
stone
.
They
spoke
low
and
never
called
or
sang
,
for
danger
brooded
in
every
rock
.
The
others
who
were
busy
with
the
secret
of
the
door
had
no
more
success
.
