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Sure
enough
the
old
thrush
was
there
,
and
as
Bilbo
pointed
,
he
flew
towards
them
and
perched
on
a
stone
near
by
.
Then
he
fluttered
his
wings
and
sang
;
then
he
cocked
his
head
on
one
side
,
as
if
to
listen
;
and
again
he
sang
,
and
again
he
listened
.
"
I
believe
he
is
trying
to
tell
us
something
,
"
said
Balin
;
"
but
I
can
not
follow
the
speech
of
such
birds
,
it
is
very
quick
and
difficult
.
Can
you
make
it
out
Baggins
?
"
"
Not
very
well
,
"
said
Bilbo
(
as
a
matter
of
fact
,
he
could
make
nothing
of
it
at
all
)
;
"
but
the
old
fellow
seems
.
very
excited
.
"
"
I
only
wish
he
was
a
raven
!
"
said
Balin
.
"
I
thought
you
did
not
like
them
!
You
seemed
very
shy
of
them
,
when
we
came
this
way
before
.
"
"
Those
were
crows
!
And
nasty
suspicious-looking
creatures
at
that
,
and
rude
as
well
.
You
must
have
heard
the
ugly
names
they
were
calling
after
us
.
But
the
ravens
are
different
.
There
used
to
be
great
friendship
between
them
and
the
people
of
Thror
;
and
they
often
brought
us
secret
news
,
and
were
rewarded
with
such
bright
things
as
they
coveted
to
hide
in
their
dwellings
.
"
They
live
many
a
year
,
and
their
memories
are
long
,
and
they
hand
on
their
wisdom
to
their
children
.
I
knew
many
among
the
ravens
of
the
rocks
when
I
was
a
dwarf
-
lad
.
This
very
height
was
once
named
Ravenhill
,
because
there
was
a
wise
and
famous
pair
,
old
Care
and
his
wife
,
that
lived
here
above
the
guard-chamber
.
But
I
do
n't
suppose
that
any
of
that
ancient
breed
linger
here
now
.
"
No
sooner
had
he
finished
speaking
than
the
old
thrush
gave
a
loud
call
,
and
immediately
flew
away
.
"
We
may
not
understand
him
,
but
that
old
bird
understands
us
,
I
am
sure
,
"
said
Balin
.
"
Keep
watch
now
,
and
see
what
happens
!
"
Before
long
there
was
a
fluttering
of
wings
,
and
back
came
the
thrush
;
and
with
him
came
a
most
decrepit
old
bird
.
He
was
getting
blind
,
he
could
hardly
fly
,
and
the
top
of
his
head
was
bald
.
He
was
an
aged
raven
of
great
size
.
He
alighted
stiffly
on
the
ground
before
them
,
slowly
flapped
his
wings
,
and
bobbed
towards
Thorin
.
"
O
Thorin
son
of
Thrain
,
and
Balin
son
of
Fundin
,
"
he
croaked
(
and
Bilbo
could
understand
what
he
said
,
for
he
used
ordinary
language
and
not
bird-speech
)
.
"
I
am
Rac
son
of
Carc
.
Carc
is
dead
,
but
he
was
well
known
to
you
once
.
It
is
a
hundred
years
and
three
and
fifty
since
I
came
out
of
the
egg
,
but
I
do
not
forget
what
my
father
told
me
.
Now
I
am
the
chief
of
the
great
ravens
of
the
Mountain
.
