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He
did
not
expect
a
chorus
of
volunteers
,
so
he
was
not
disappointed
.
Fili
and
Kili
looked
uncomfortable
and
stood
on
One
leg
,
but
the
others
made
no
pretence
of
offering
-
except
old
Balin
.
the
look-out
man
,
who
was
rather
fond
the
hobbit
.
He
said
he
would
come
inside
at
least
and
perhaps
a
bit
of
the
way
too
,
really
to
call
for
help
if
necessary
.
The
most
that
can
be
said
for
the
dwarves
is
this
:
they
intended
to
pay
Bilbo
really
handsomely
for
his
services
;
they
had
brought
him
to
do
a
nasty
job
for
them
,
and
they
did
not
mind
the
poor
little
fellow
doing
it
if
he
would
;
but
they
would
all
have
done
their
best
to
get
him
out
of
trouble
,
if
he
got
into
it
,
as
they
did
in
the
case
of
the
trolls
at
the
beginning
of
their
adventures
before
they
had
any
particular
reasons
for
being
grateful
to
him
.
There
it
is
:
dwarves
are
not
heroes
,
but
calculating
folk
with
a
great
idea
of
the
value
of
money
;
some
are
tricky
and
treacherous
and
pretty
bad
lots
;
some
are
not
,
but
are
decent
enough
people
like
Thorin
and
Company
,
if
you
do
n't
expect
too
much
.
The
stars
were
coming
out
behind
him
in
a
pale
sky
barred
with
black
when
the
hobbit
crept
through
the
enchanted
door
and
stole
into
the
Mountain
.
It
was
far
easier
going
than
he
expected
.
This
was
no
goblin
entrance
,
or
rough
wood-elves
'
cave
.
It
was
a
passage
made
by
dwarves
,
at
the
height
of
their
wealth
and
skill
:
straight
as
a
ruler
,
smooth-floored
and
smooth-sided
,
going
with
a
gentle
never-varying
slope
direct-to
some
distant
end
in
the
blackness
below
.
After
a
while
Balin
bade
Bilbo
"
Good
luck
!
"
and
stopped
where
he
could
still
see
the
faint
outline
of
the
door
,
and
by
a
trick
of
,
the
echoes
of
the
tunnel
hear
the
rustle
of
the
whispering
voices
of
the
others
just
outside
.
Then
the
hobbit
slipped
on
his
ring
,
and
warned
by
the
echoes
to
take
more
than
hobbit
's
care
to
make
no
sound
,
he
crept
noiselessly
down
,
down
,
down
into
the
dark
.
He
was
trembling
with
fear
,
but
his
little
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
.
"
Now
you
are
in
for
it
at
last
,
Bilbo
Baggins
,
"
he
said
to
himself
.
"
You
went
and
put
your
foot
right
in
it
that
night
of
the
party
,
and
now
you
have
got
to
pull
it
out
and
pay
for
it
!
Dear
me
,
what
a
fool
I
was
and
am
!
"
said
the
least
Tookish
part
of
him
.
"
I
have
absolutely
no
use
for
dragon-guarded
treasures
,
and
the
whole
lot
could
stay
here
for
ever
,
if
only
I
could
wake
up
and
find
this
beastly
tunnel
was
my
own
front-hall
at
home
!
"
He
did
not
wake
up
of
course
,
but
went
still
on
and
on
,
till
all
sign
of
the
door
behind
had
faded
away
.
He
was
altogether
alone
.
Soon
he
thought
it
was
beginning
to
feel
warm
.
"
Is
that
a
kind
of
a
glow
I
seem
to
see
coming
right
ahead
down
there
?
"
he
thought
.
It
was
.
As
he
went
forward
it
grew
and
grew
,
till
there
was
no
doubt
about
it
.
It
was
a
red
light
steadily
getting
redder
and
redder
.
Also
it
was
now
undoubtedly
hot
in
the
tunnel
.
Wisps
of
vapour
floated
up
and
past
him
and
he
began
to
sweat
.
A
sound
,
too
,
began
to
throb
in
his
ears
,
a
sort
of
bubbling
like
the
noise
of
a
large
pot
galloping
on
the
fire
,
mixed
with
a
rumble
as
of
a
gigantic
tom-cat
purring
.
This
grew
to
the
unmistakable
gurgling
noise
of
some
vast
animal
snoring
in
its
sleep
down
there
in
the
red
glow
in
front
of
him
.
It
was
at
this
point
that
Bilbo
stopped
.
Going
on
from
there
was
the
bravest
thing
he
ever
did
.
The
tremendous
things
that
happened
afterward
were
as
nothing
compared
to
it
.
He
fought
the
real
battle
in
the
tunnel
alone
,
before
he
ever
saw
the
vast
danger
that
lay
in
wait
.
At
any
rate
after
a
short
halt
go
on
he
did
;
and
you
can
picture
him
coming
to
the
end
of
the
tunnel
,
an
opening
of
much
the
same
size
and
shape
as
the
door
above
.
Through
it
peeps
the
hobbit
's
little
head
.
Before
him
lies
the
great
bottommost
cellar
or
dungeon-hall
of
the
ancient
dwarves
right
at
the
Mountain
's
root
.
It
is
almost
dark
so
that
its
vastaess
can
only
be
dimly
guessed
,
but
rising
from
the
near
side
of
the
rocky
floor
there
is
a
great
glow
.
The
glow
of
Smaug
!
There
he
lay
,
a
vast
red-golden
dragon
,
fast
asleep
;
thrumming
came
from
his
jaws
and
nostrils
,
and
wisps
of
smoke
,
but
his
fires
were
low
in
slumber
.
Beneath
him
,
under
all
his
limbs
and
his
huge
coiled
tail
,
and
about
him
on
all
sides
stretching
away
across
the
unseen
floors
,
lay
countless
piles
of
precious
things
,
gold
wrought
and
unwrought
,
gems
and
jewels
,
and
silver
red-stained
in
the
ruddy
light
.
Smaug
lay
,
with
wings
folded
like
an
immeasurable
bat
,
turned
partly
on
one
side
,
so
that
the
hobbit
could
see
his
underparts
and
his
long
pale
belly
crusted
with
gems
and
fragments
of
gold
from
his
long
lying
on
his
costly
bed
.
Behind
him
where
the
walls
were
nearest
could
dimly
be
seen
coats
of
mail
,
helms
and
axes
,
swords
and
spears
hanging
;
and
there
in
rows
stood
great
jars
and
vessels
filled
with
a
wealth
that
could
not
be
guessed
.
To
say
that
Bilbo
's
breath
was
taken
away
is
no
description
at
all
.
There
are
no
words
left
to
express
his
staggerment
,
since
Men
changed
the
language
that
they
learned
of
elves
in
the
days
when
all
the
world
was
wonderful
.
Bilbo
had
heard
tell
and
sing
of
dragon-hoards
before
,
but
the
splendour
,
the
lust
,
the
glory
of
such
treasure
had
never
yet
come
home
to
him
.
His
heart
was
filled
and
pierced
with
enchantment
and
with
the
desire
of
dwarves
;
and
he
gazed
motionless
,
almost
forgetting
the
frightful
guardian
,
at
the
gold
beyond
price
and
count
.
