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"
I
feel
magnificent
,
"
he
thought
;
"
but
I
expect
I
look
rather
absurd
.
How
they
would
laugh
on
the
Hill
at
home
Still
I
wish
there
was
a
looking-glass
handy
!
"
All
the
same
Mr.
Baggins
kept
his
head
more
clear
of
the
bewitchment
of
the
hoard
than
the
dwarves
did
.
Long
before
the
dwarves
were
tired
of
examining
the
treasures
he
became
wary
of
it
and
sat
down
on
the
floor
;
and
he
began
to
wonder
nervously
what
the
end
of
it
all
would
be
"
I
would
give
a
good
many
of
these
precious
goblets
,
thought
,
"
for
a
drink
of
something
cheering
out
of
one
Beorn
's
wooden
bowls
!
"
"
Thorin
!
"
he
cried
aloud
.
"
What
next
?
We
are
armed
,
but
what
good
has
any
armour
ever
been
before
against
Smaug
the
Dreadful
?
This
treasure
is
not
yet
won
back
.
We
are
not
looking
for
gold
yet
,
but
for
a
way
of
escape
;
and
we
have
tempted
luck
too
long
!
"
'
"
You
speak
the
truth
!
"
answered
Thorin
,
recovering
his
wits
.
"
Let
us
go
!
I
will
guide
you
.
Not
in
a
thousand
years
should
I
forget
the
ways
of
this
palace
.
"
Then
he
hailed
the
others
,
and
they
gathered
together
,
and
holding
their
torches
above
their
heads
they
passed
through
the
gaping
doors
,
not
without
many
a
backward
glance
of
longing
.
Their
glittering
mail
they
had
covered
again
with
their
old
cloaks
and
their
bright
helms
with
their
tattered
hoods
,
and
one
by
one
they
walked
behind
Thorin
,
a
line
of
little
lights
in
the
darkness
that
halted
often
,
listening
in
fear
once
more
for
any
rumour
of
the
dragon
's
coming
.
Though
all
the
old
adornments
were
long
mouldered
or
destroyed
,
and
though
all
was
befouled
and
blasted
with
the
comings
and
goings
of
the
monster
,
Thorin
knew
every
passage
and
every
turn
.
They
climbed
long
stairs
,
and
turned
and
went
down
wide
echoing
ways
,
and
turned
again
and
climbed
yet
more
stairs
,
and
yet
more
'
stairs
again
.
These
were
smooth
,
cut
out
of
the
living
rock
broad
and
lair
;
and
up
,
up
,
the
dwarves
went
,
and
they
met
no
sign
of
any
living
thing
,
only
furtive
shadows
that
fled
from
the
approach
of
their
torches
fluttering
in
the
draughts
.
The
steps
were
not
made
,
all
the
same
,
for
hobbit-legs
,
and
Bilbo
was
just
feeling
that
he
could
go
on
no
longer
,
when
suddenly
the
roof
sprang
high
and
far
beyond
the
reach
of
their
torch-light
.
A
white
glimmer
could
be
seen
coming
through
some
opening
far
above
,
and
the
air
smelt
sweeter
.
Before
them
light
came
dimly
through
great
doors
,
that
hung
twisted
on
their
hinges
and
half
burnt
.
"
This
is
the
great
chamber
of
Thror
,
"
said
Thorin
;
"
the
hall
of
feasting
and
of
council
.
Not
far
off
now
is
the
Front
Gate
.
"
They
passed
through
the
ruined
chamber
.
Tables
were
rotting
there
;
chairs
and
benches
were
lying
there
overturned
,
charred
and
decaying
.
Skulls
and
bones
were
upon
the
floor
among
flagons
and
bowls
and
broken
drinking-horns
and
dust
.
As
they
came
through
yet
more
doors
at
the
further
end
,
a
sound
of
water
fell
upon
their
ears
,
and
the
grey
light
grew
suddenly
more
full
.
"
There
is
the
birth
of
the
Running
River
,
"
said
Thorin
.
"
From
here
it
hastens
to
the
Gate
.
Let
us
follow
it
!
"
Out
of
a
dark
opening
in
a
wall
of
rock
there
issued
a
boiling
water
,
and
it
flowed
swirling
in
a
narrow
channel
,
carved
and
made
straight
and
deep
by
the
cunning
of
ancient
hands
.
Beside
it
ran
a
stone-paved
road
,
wide
enough
for
many
men
abreast
.
Swiftly
along
this
they
ran
,
and
round
a
wide-sweeping
turn-and
behold
!
before
them
stood
the
broad
light
of
day
.
In
front
there
rose
a
tall
arch
,
still
showing
the
fragments
of
old
carven
work
within
,
worn
and
splintered
and
blackened
though
it
was
.
A
misty
sun
sent
its
pale
light
between
the
arms
of
the
Mountain
,
and
beams
of
gold
fell
on
the
pavement
at
the
threshold
.
A
whirl
of
bats
frightened
from
slumber
by
their
smoking
torches
flurried
over
them
;
as
they
sprang
forward
their
feet
slithered
on
stones
rubbed
smooth
and
slimed
by
the
passing
of
the
dragon
.
Now
before
them
the
water
fell
noisily
outward
and
foamed
down
towards
the
valley
.
They
flung
their
pale
torches
to
the
ground
,
and
stood
gazing
out
with
dazzled
eyes
.
They
were
come
to
the
Front
Gate
,
and
were
looking
out
upon
Dale
.
