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"
I
do
n't
know
,
I
do
n't
know-because
at
first
he
wanted
to
try
and
lure
me
in
again
,
I
suppose
,
and
now
perhaps
because
he
is
waiting
till
after
tonight
's
hunt
,
or
because
he
does
not
want
to
damage
his
bedroom
if
he
can
help
it
-
but
I
wish
you
would
not
argue
.
Smaug
will
be
coming
out
at
any
minute
now
,
and
our
only
hope
is
to
get
well
in
the
tunnel
and
shut
the
door
.
"
He
seemed
so
much
in
earnest
that
the
dwarves
at
last
did
as
he
said
,
though
they
delayed
shutting
the
door-it
seemed
a
desperate
plan
,
for
no
one
knew
whether
or
how
they
could
get
it
open
again
from
the
inside
,
and
the
thought
of
being
shut
in
a
place
from
which
the
only
way
out
led
through
the
dragon
's
lair
was
not
one
they
liked
.
Also
everything
seemed
quite
quiet
,
both
outside
and
down
the
tunnel
.
So
for
a
longish
while
they
sat
inside
not
far
down
from
the
half-open
door
and
went
on
talking
.
The
talk
turned
to
the
dragon
's
wicked
words
about
the
dwarves
.
Bilbo
wished
he
had
never
heard
them
,
or
at
least
that
he
could
feel
quite
certain
that
the
dwarves
now
were
absolutely
honest
when
they
declared
that
they
had
never
thought
at
all
about
what
would
happen
after
the
treasure
had
been
won
.
"
We
knew
it
would
be
a
desperate
venture
,
"
said
Thorin
,
"
and
we
know
that
still
;
and
I
still
think
that
when
we
have
won
it
will
be
time
enough
to
think
what
to
do
about
it
.
As
for
your
share
,
Mr.
Baggins
,
I
assure
you
we
are
more
than
grateful
and
you
shall
choose
you
own
fourteenth
,
as
soon
as
we
have
anything
to
divide
,
am
sorry
if
you
are
worried
about
transport
,
and
I
admit
the
difficulties
are
great-the
lands
have
not
become
less
wild
with
the
passing
of
time
,
rather
the
reverse-but
we
will
do
whatever
we
can
for
you
,
and
take
our
share
of
the
cost
when
the
time
comes
.
Believe
me
or
not
as
you
like
!
"
From
that
the
talk
turned
to
the
great
hoard
itself
and
to
the
things
that
Thorin
and
Balin
remembered
.
They
wondered
if
they
were
still
lying
there
.
unharmed
in
the
hall
below
:
the
spears
that
were
made
for
the
armies
of
the
great
King
Bladorthin
(
long
since
dead
)
,
each
had
a
thrice-forged
head
and
their
shafts
were
inlaid
with
cunning
gold
,
but
they
were
never
delivered
or
paid
for
;
shields
made
for
warriors
long
dead
;
the
great
golden
cup
of
Thror
,
two-handed
,
hammered
and
carven
with
birds
and
flowers
whose
eyes
and
petals
were
of
jewels
;
coats
of
mail
gilded
and
silvered
and
impenetrable
;
the
necklace
of
Girion
,
Lord
of
Dale
,
made
of
five
hundred
emeralds
green
as
grass
,
which
he
gave
for
the
arming
of
his
eldest
son
in
a
coat
of
dwarf-linked
rings
the
like
of
which
had
never
been
made
before
,
for
it
was
wrought
of
pure
silver
to
the
power
and
strength
of
triple
steel
.
But
fairest
of
all
was
the
great
white
gem
,
which
the
dwarves
had
found
beneath
the
roots
of
the
Mountain
,
the
Heart
of
the
Mountain
,
the
Arkenstone
of
Thrain
.
"
The
Arkenstone
!
The
Arkenstone
!
"
murmured
Thorin
in
the
dark
,
half
dreaming
with
his
chin
upon
his
knees
.
"
It
was
like
a
globe
with
a
thousand
facets
;
it
shone
like
silver
in
the
firelight
,
like
water
in
the
sun
,
like
snow
under
the
stars
,
like
rain
upon
the
Moon
!
"
But
the
enchanted
desire
of
the
hoard
had
fallen
from
Bilbo
.
All
through
their
talk
he
was
only
half
listening
to
them
.
He
sat
nearest
to
the
door
with
one
ear
cocked
for
any
beginnings
of
a
sound
without
,
his
other
was
alert
or
echoes
beyond
the
murmurs
of
the
dwarves
,
for
any
whisper
of
a
movement
from
far
below
.
Darkness
grew
deeper
and
he
grew
ever
more
uneasy
.
"
Shut
the
door
!
"
he
begged
them
.
"
I
fear
that
dragon
in
my
marrow
.
I
like
this
silence
far
less
than
the
uproar
of
last
night
.
Shut
the
door
before
it
is
too
late
!
"
Something
in
his
voice
gave
the
dwarves
an
uncomfortable
feeling
.
Slowly
Thorin
shook
off
his
dreams
and
getting
up
he
kicked
away
the
stone
that
wedged
the
door
.
Then
they
thrust
upon
it
,
and
it
closed
with
a
snap
and
a
clang
.
No
trace
of
a
keyhole
was
there
left
on
the
inside
.
They
were
shut
in
the
Mountain
!
And
not
a
moment
too
soon
.
They
had
hardly
gone
any
distance
down
the
tunnel
when
a
blow
smote
the
side
of
the
Mountain
like
the
crash
of
battering-rams
made
of
forest
oaks
and
swung
by
giants
.
The
rock
boomed
,
the
walls
cracked
and
stones
fell
from
the
roof
on
their
heads
.
What
would
have
happened
if
the
door
had
still
been
open
I
do
n't
like
to
think
.
They
fled
further
down
the
tunnel
glad
to
be
still
alive
,
while
behind
them
outside
they
heard
the
roar
and
rumble
of
Smaug
's
fury
He
was
breaking
rocks
to
pieces
,
smashing
wall
and
cliff
with
the
lashings
of
his
huge
tail
,
till
their
little
lofty
camping
ground
,
the
scorched
grass
,
the
thrush
's
stone
,
the
snail-covered
walls
,
the
narrow
ledge
,
and
all
disappeared
in
a
jumble
of
smithereens
,
and
an
avalanche
of
splintered
stones
fell
over
the
cliff
into
the
valley
below
.
Smaug
had
left
his
lair
in
silent
stealth
,
quietly
soared
into
the
air
,
and
then
floated
heavy
and
slow
in
the
dark
like
a
monstrous
crow
,
down
the
wind
towards
the
west
of
the
Mountain
,
in
the
hopes
of
catching
unawares
something
or
somebody
there
,
and
of
spying
the
outlet
to
the
passage
which
the
thief
had
used
.
This
was
the
outburst
of
his
wrath
when
he
could
find
nobody
and
see
nothing
,
even
where
he
guessed
the
outlet
must
actually
be
.
After
he
had
let
off
his
rage
in
this
way
he
felt
better
and
he
thought
in
his
heart
that
he
would
not
be
troubled
again
from
that
direction
.
In-the
meanwhile
he
had
further
vengeance
to
take
.
"
Barrel-rider
!
"
he
snorted
.
"
Your
fee
came
from
the
waterside
and
up
the
water
you
came
with
out
a
doubt
.
I
do
n't
know
your
smell
,
but
if
you
are
not
one
of
those
men
of
the
Lake
,
you
had
their
help
.
They
shall
see
me
and
remember
who
is
the
real
King
under
the
Mountain
!
"
He
rose
in
fire
and
went
away
south
towards
the
Running
River
.
In
the
meanwhile
,
the
dwarves
sat
in
darkness
,
and
utter
silence
fell
about
them
.
Little
they
ate
and
little
they
spoke
.
They
could
not
count
the
passing
of
time
;
and
they
scarcely
dared
to
move
,
for
the
whisper
of
their
voices
echoed
and
rustled
in
the
tunnel
.
If
they
dozed
,
they
woke
still
to
darkness
and
to
silence
going
on
unbroken
.
At
last
after
days
and
days
of
waiting
,
as
it
seemed
,
when
they
were
becoming
choked
and
dazed
for
want
of
air
,
they
could
bear
it
no
longer
.
They
would
almost
have
welcomed
sounds
from
below
of
the
dragon
's
return
.
In
the
silence
they
feared
some
cunning
devilry
of
his
,
but
they
could
not
sit
there
for
ever
.
