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He
gazed
for
what
seemed
an
age
,
before
drawn
almost
against
his
will
,
he
stole
from
the
shadow
of
the
doorway
,
across
the
floor
to
the
nearest
edge
of
the
mounds
of
treasure
.
Above
him
the
sleeping
dragon
lay
,
a
dire
menace
even
in
his
sleep
.
He
grasped
a
great
two-handled
cup
,
as
heavy
as
he
could
carry
,
and
cast
one
fearful
eye
upwards
.
Smaug
stirred
a
wing
,
opened
a
claw
,
the
rumble
of
his
snoring
changed
its
note
.
Then
Bilbo
fled
.
But
the
dragon
did
not
wake-not
yet
but
shifted
into
other
dreams
of
greed
and
violence
,
lying
there
in
his
stolen
hall
while
the
little
hobbit
toiled
back
up
the
long
tunnel
.
His
heart
was
beating
and
a
more
fevered
shaking
was
in
his
legs
than
when
he
was
going
down
,
but
still
he
clutched
the
cup
,
and
his
chief
thought
was
:
"
I
've
done
it
!
This
will
show
them
.
'M
ore
like
a
grocer
than
a
burglar
'
indeed
!
Well
,
we
'll
hear
no
more
of
that
.
"
Nor
did
he
.
Balin
was
overjoyed
to
see
the
hobbit
again
,
and
as
delighted
as
he
was
surprised
.
He
picked
Bilbo
up
and
carried
him
out
into
the
open
air
.
It
was
midnight
and
clouds
had
covered
the
stars
,
but
Bilbo
lay
with
his
eyes
shut
,
gasping
and
taking
pleasure
in
the
feel
of
the
fresh
air
again
,
and
hardly
noticing
the
excitement
of
the
dwarves
,
or
how
they
praised
him
and
patted
him
on
the
back
and
put
themselves
and
all
their
families
for
generations
to
come
at
his
service
.
The
dwarves
were
still
passing
the
cup
from
hand
to
hand
and
talking
delightedly
of
the
recovery
of
their
treasure
,
when
suddenly
a
vast
rumbling
woke
in
the
mountain
underneath
as
if
it
was
an
old
volcano
that
had
made
up
its
mind
to
start
eruptions
once
again
.
The
door
behind
them
was
pulled
nearly
to
,
and
blocked
from
closing
with
a
stone
,
but
up
the
long
tunnel
came
the
dreadful
echoes
,
from
far
down
in
the
depths
,
of
a
bellowing
and
a
trampling
that
made
the
ground
beneath
them
tremble
.
Then
the
dwarves
forgot
their
joy
and
their
confident
boasts
of
a
moment
before
and
cowered
down
in
fright
.
Smaug
was
still
to
be
reckoned
with
.
It
does
not
do
to
leave
a
live
dragon
out
of
your
calculations
,
if
you
live
near
him
.
Dragons
may
not
have
much
real
use
for
all
their
wealth
,
but
they
know
it
to
an
ounce
as
a
rule
,
especially
after
long
possession
;
and
Smaug
was
no
exception
.
He
had
passed
from
an
uneasy
dream
(
in
which
a
warrior
,
altogether
insignificant
in
size
but
provided
with
a
bitter
sword
and
great
courage
,
figured
most
unpleasantly
)
to
a
doze
,
and
from
a
doze
to
wide
waking
.
There
was
a
breath
of
strange
air
in
his
cave
.
Could
there
be
a
draught
from
that
little
hole
?
He
had
never
felt
quite
happy
about
it
,
though
was
so
small
,
and
now
he
glared
at
it
in
suspicion
an
wondered
why
he
had
never
blocked
it
up
.
Of
late
he
had
half
fancied
he
had
caught
the
dim
echoes
of
a
knocking
sound
from
far
above
that
came
down
through
it
to
his
lair
.
He
stirred
and
stretched
forth
his
neck
to
sniff
.
Then
he
missed
the
cup
!
Thieves
!
Fire
!
Murder
!
Such
a
thing
had
not
happened
since
first
he
came
to
the
Mountain
!
His
rage
passes
description
-
the
sort
of
rage
that
is
only
seen
when
rich
folk
that
have
more
than
they
can
enjoy
suddenly
lose
something
that
they
have
long
had
but
have
never
before
used
or
wanted
.
His
fire
belched
forth
,
the
hall
smoked
,
he
shook
the
mountain-roots
.
He
thrust
his
head
in
vain
at
the
little
hole
,
and
then
coiling
his
length
together
,
roaring
like
thunder
underground
,
he
sped
from
his
deep
lair
through
its
great
door
,
out
into
the
huge
passages
of
the
mountain-palace
and
up
towards
the
Front
Gate
.
To
hunt
the
whole
mountain
till
he
had
caught
the
thief
and
had
torn
and
trampled
him
was
his
one
thought
.
He
issued
from
the
Gate
,
the
waters
rose
in
fierce
whistling
steam
,
and
up
he
soared
blazing
into
the
air
and
settled
on
the
mountain-top
in
a
spout
of
green
and
scarlet
flame
.
The
dwarves
heard
the
awful
rumour
of
his
flight
,
and
they
crouched
against
the
walls
of
the
grassy
terrace
cringing
under
boulders
,
hoping
somehow
to
escape
the
frightful
eyes
of
the
hunting
dragon
.
There
they
would
have
all
been
killed
,
if
it
had
not
been
for
Bilbo
once
again
.
"
Quick
!
Quick
!
"
he
gasped
.
"
The
door
!
The
tunnel
!
It
's
no
good
here
.
"
Roused
by
these
words
they
were
just
about
to
creep
inside
the
tunnel
when
Bifur
gave
a
cry
:
"
My
cousins
!
Bombur
and
Bofur
-
we
have
forgotten
them
,
they
are
down
in
the
valley
!
"
