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"
Now
what
on
earth
or
under
it
has
happened
?
"
said
Thorin
.
"
Certainly
not
the
dragon
,
or
he
would
not
go
on
squeaking
.
"
They
waited
a
moment
or
two
,
and
still
there
were
no
dragon-noises
,
no
sound
at
all
in
fact
but
Bilbo
's
distant
voice
.
"
Come
,
one
of
you
,
get
another
light
or
two
!
"
Thorin
ordered
.
"
It
seems
we
have
got
to
go
and
help
our
burglar
.
"
"
It
is
about
our
turn
to
help
,
"
said
Balin
,
"
and
I
am
quite
willing
to
go
.
Anyway
I
expect
it
is
safe
for
the
moment
.
"
Gloin
lit
several
more
torches
,
and
then
they
all
crept
out
,
one
by
one
,
and
went
along
the
wall
as
hurriedly
as
they
could
.
It
was
not
long
before
they
met
Bilbo
himself
coming
back
towards
them
.
His
wits
had
quickly
returned
soon
as
he
saw
the
twinkle
of
their
lights
.
"
Only
a
bat
and
a
dropped
torch
,
nothing
worse
!
"
he
said
in
answer
to
their
questions
.
Though
they
were
much
relieved
,
they
were
inclined
to
be
grumpy
at
being
frightened
for
nothing
;
but
what
they
would
have
said
,
if
he
had
told
them
at
that
moment
about
the
Arkenstone
,
I
do
n't
know
.
The
mere
fleeting
glimpses
of
treasure
which
they
had
caught
as
they
went
along
had
rekindled
all
the
fire
of
their
dwarvish
hearts
;
and
when
the
heart
of
a
dwarf
,
even
the
most
respectable
,
is
wakened
by
gold
and
by
jewels
,
he
grows
suddenly
bold
,
and
he
may
become
fierce
.
The
dwarves
indeed
no
longer
needed
any
urging
.
All
were
now
eager
to
explore
the
hall
while
they
had
the
chance
,
and
willing
to
believe
that
,
for
the
present
,
Smaug
was
away
from
home
.
Each
now
gripped
a
lighted
torch
;
and
as
they
gazed
,
first
on
one
side
and
then
on
another
,
they
forgot
fear
and
even
caution
.
They
spoke
aloud
,
and
cried
out
to
one
another
,
as
they
lifted
old
treasures
from
the
mound
or
from
the
wall
and
held
them
in
the
light
caressing
and
fingering
them
.
Fili
and
Kili
were
almost
in
merry
mood
,
and
finding
still
hanging
there
many
golden
harps
strung
with
silver
they
took
them
and
struck
them
;
and
being
magical
(
and
also
untouched
by
the
dragon
,
who
had
small
interests
in
music
)
they
were
still
in
tune
.
The
dark
hall
was
filled
with
a
melody
that
had
long
been
silent
.
But
most
of
the
dwarves
were
more
practical
;
they
gathered
gems
and
stuffed
their
pockets
,
and
let
what
they
could
not
carry
far
back
through
their
fingers
with
a
sigh
.
Thorin
was
not
least
among
these
;
but
always
he
searched
from
side
to
side
for
something
which
he
could
not
find
.
It
was
the
Arkenstone
but
he
spoke
of
it
yet
to
no
one
.
Now
the
dwarves
took
down
mail
and
weapons
from
the
walls
,
and
armed
themselves
.
Royal
indeed
did
Thorin
look
,
clad
in
a
coat
of
gold-plated
rings
,
with
a
silver
hafted
axe
in
a
belt
crusted
with
scarlet
stones
.
"
Mr.
Baggins
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Here
is
the
first
payment
of
your
reward
!
Cast
off
your
old
coat
and
put
on
this
!
"
With
that
he
put
on
Bilbo
a
small
coat
of
mail
,
wrought
for
some
young
elf-prince
long
ago
.
It
was
of
silver-steel
which
the
elves
call
mithril
,
and
with
it
went
a
belt
of
pearls
and
crystals
.
A
light
helm
of
figured
leather
,
strengthened
beneath
with
hoops
of
steel
,
and
studded
about
the
bring
with
white
gems
,
was
set
upon
the
hobbit
's
head
.
