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They
were
four
days
gone
,
and
by
that
time
they
knew
that
the
joined
armies
of
the
Lake-men
and
the
Elves
were
hurrying
towards
the
Mountain
.
But
now
their
hopes
were
higher
;
for
they
had
food
for
some
weeks
with
care-chiefly
cram
,
of
course
,
and
they
were
very
tired
of
it
;
but
cram
is
much
better
than
nothing-and
already
the
gate
was
blocked
with
a
wall
of
squared
stones
laid
dry
,
but
very
thick
and
high
across
the
opening
.
There
were
holes
in
the
wall
through
which
they
could
see
(
or
shoot
)
but
no
entrance
.
They
climbed
in
or
out
with
ladders
,
and
hauled
stuff
up
with
ropes
.
For
the
issuing
of
the
stream
they
had
contrived
a
small
low
arch
under
the
new
wall
;
but
near
the
entrance
they
had
so
altered
the
narrow
bed
that
a
wide
pool
stretched
from
the
mountain-wall
to
the
head
of
the
fall
over
which
the
stream
went
towards
Dale
.
Approach
to
the
Gate
was
now
only
possible
,
without
swimming
,
along
a
narrow
ledge
of
the
cliff
,
to
the
right
as
one
looked
outwards
from
the
wall
.
The
ponies
they
had
brought
only
to
the
head
of
the
steps
above
the
old
bridge
,
and
unloading
them
there
had
bidden
them
return
to
their
masters
and
sent
them
back
riderless
to
the
South
.
There
came
a
night
when
suddenly
there
were
many
lights
as
of
fires
and
torches
away
south
in
Dale
before
them
.
"
They
have
come
!
"
called
Balin
.
"
And
their
camp
is
very
great
.
They
must
have
come
into
the
valley
under
the
cover
of
dusk
along
both
banks
of
the
river
.
"
That
night
the
dwarves
slept
little
.
The
morning
was
still
pale
when
they
saw
a
company
approaching
.
From
behind
their
wall
they
watched
them
come
up
to
the
valley
's
head
and
climb
slowly
up
.
Before
long
they
could
see
that
both
men
of
the
lake
armed
as
if
for
war
and
elvish
bowmen
were
among
them
.
At
length
the
foremost
of
these
climbed
the
tumbled
rocks
and
appeared
at
the
top
of
the
falls
;
and
very
great
was
their
surprise
to
see
the
pool
before
them
and
the
Gate
blocked
with
a
wall
of
new-hewn
stone
.
As
they
stood
pointing
and
speaking
to
one
another
Thorin
hailed
them
:
"
Who
are
you
,
"
he
called
in
a
very
loud
voice
,
"
that
come
as
if
in
war
to
the
gates
of
Thorin
son
of
Thrain
,
King
under
the
Mountain
,
and
what
do
you
desire
?
"
But
they
answered
nothing
.
Some
turned
swiftly
back
,
and
the
others
after
gazing
for
a
while
at
the
Gate
and
its
defences
soon
followed
them
.
That
day
the
camp
was
moved
and
was
brought
right
between
the
arms
of
the
Mountain
.
The
rocks
echoed
then
with
voices
and
with
song
,
as
they
had
not
done
for
many
a
day
.
There
was
the
sound
,
too
,
of
elven-harps
and
of
sweet
music
;
and
as
it
echoed
up
towards
them
it
seemed
that
the
chill
of
the
air
was
warmed
,
and
they
caught
faintly
the
fragrance
of
woodland
flowers
blossoming
in
spring
.
Then
Bilbo
longed
to
escape
from
the
dark
fortress
and
to
go
down
and
join
in
the
mirth
and
feasting
by
the
fires
.
Some
of
the
younger
dwarves
were
moved
in
their
hearts
,
too
,
and
they
muttered
that
they
wished
things
had
fallen
out
otherwise
and
that
they
might
welcome
such
folk
as
friends
;
but
Thorin
scowled
.
Then
the
dwarves
themselves
brought
forth
harps
and
instruments
regained
from
the
hoard
,
and
made
music
to
soften
his
mood
;
but
their
song
was
not
as
elvish
song
,
and
was
much
like
the
song
they
had
sung
long
before
in
Bilbo
's
little
hobbit-hole
.
"
Under
the
Mountain
dark
and
tall
