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The
Goblins
are
upon
you
!
Bolg
of
the
North
is
coming
.
O
Dain
!
whose
father
you
slew
in
Moria
.
Behold
!
the
bats
are
above
his
army
like
a
sea
of
locusts
.
They
ride
upon
wolves
and
Wargs
are
in
their
train
!
"
Amazement
and
confusion
fell
upon
them
all
.
Even
as
Gandalf
had
been
speaking
the
darkness
grew
.
The
dwarves
halted
and
gazed
at
the
sky
.
The
elves
cried
out
with
many
voices
.
"
Come
!
"
called
Gandalf
.
"
There
is
yet
time
for
council
.
Let
Dain
son
of
Nain
come
swiftly
to
us
!
"
So
began
a
battle
that
none
had
expected
;
and
it
was
called
the
Battle
of
Five
Armies
,
and
it
was
very
terrible
.
Upon
one
side
were
the
Goblins
and
the
wild
Wolves
,
and
upon
the
other
were
Elves
and
Men
and
Dwarves
.
This
is
how
it
fell
out
.
Ever
since
the
fall
of
the
Great
Goblin
of
the
Misty
Mountains
the
hatred
of
their
race
for
the
dwarves
had
been
rekindled
to
fury
.
Messengers
had
passed
to
and
fro
between
all
their
cities
,
colonies
and
strongholds
;
for
they
resolved
now
to
win
the
dominion
of
the
North
.
Tidings
they
had
gathered
in
secret
ways
;
and
in
all
the
mountains
there
was
a
forging
and
an
arming
.
Then
they
marched
and
gathered
by
hill
and
valley
,
going
ever
by
tunnel
or
under
dark
,
until
around
and
beneath
the
great
mountain
Gundabad
of
the
North
,
where
was
their
capital
,
a
vast
host
was
assembled
ready
to
sweep
down
in
time
of
storm
unawares
upon
the
South
.
Then
they
learned
of
the
death
of
Smaug
,
and
joy
was
in
their
hearts
:
and
they
hastened
night
after
night
through
the
mountains
,
and
came
thus
at
last
on
a
sudden
from
the
North
hard
on
the
heels
of
Dain
.
Not
even
the
ravens
knew
of
their
coming
until
they
came
out
in
the
broken
lands
which
divided
the
Lonely
Mountain
from
the
hills
behind
.
How
much
Gandalf
knew
can
not
be
said
,
but
it
is
plain
that
he
had
not
expected
this
sudden
assault
.
This
is
the
plan
that
he
made
in
council
with
the
Elvenking
and
with
Bard
;
and
with
Dain
,
for
the
dwarf-lord
now
joined
them
:
the
Goblins
were
the
foes
of
all
,
and
at
their
coming
all
other
quarrels
were
forgotten
.
Their
only
hope
was
to
lure
the
goblins
into
the
valley
between
the
arms
of
the
Mountain
;
and
themselves
to
man
the
great
spurs
that
struck
south
and
east
.
Yet
this
would
be
perilous
,
if
the
goblins
were
in
sufficient
numbers
to
overrun
the
Mountain
itself
,
and
so
attack
them
also
from
behind
and
above
;
but
there
was
no
time
for
make
any
other
plan
,
or
to
summon
any
help
.
Soon
the
thunder
passed
,
rolling
away
to
the
South-East
;
but
the
bat-cloud
came
,
flying
lower
,
over
the
shoulder
of
the
Mountain
,
and
whirled
above
them
shutting
out
the
light
and
filling
them
with
dread
.
"
To
the
Mountain
!
"
called
Bard
.
"
To
the
Mountain
!
Let
us
take
our
places
while
there
is
yet
time
!
"
On
the
Southern
spur
,
in
its
lower
slopes
and
in
the
rocks
at
its
feet
,
the
Elves
were
set
;
on
the
Eastern
spur
were
men
and
dwarves
.
But
Bard
and
some
of
the
nimblest
of
men
and
elves
climbed
to
the
height
of
the
Eastern
shoulder
to
gain
a
view
to
the
North
.
Soon
they
could
see
the
lands
before
the
Mountain
's
feet
black
with
a
hurrying
multitude
.
Ere
long
the
vanguard
swirled
round
the
spur
's
end
and
came
rushing
into
Dale
.
These
were
the
swiftest
wolf-riders
,
and
already
their
cries
and
howls
rent
the
air
afar
.
A
few
brave
men
were
strung
before
them
to
make
a
feint
of
resistance
,
and
many
there
fell
before
the
rest
drew
back
and
fled
to
either
side
.
As
Gandalf
had
hoped
,
the
goblin
army
had
gathered
behind
the
resisted
vanguard
,
and
poured
now
in
rage
into
the
valley
,
driving
wildly
up
between
the
arms
of
the
Mountain
,
seeking
for
the
foe
.
Their
banners
were
countless
,
black
and
red
,
and
they
came
on
like
a
tide
in
fury
and
disorder
.
It
was
a
terrible
battle
.
The
most
dreadful
of
all
Bilbo
's
experiences
,
and
the
one
which
at
the
time
he
hated
most
-
which
is
to
say
it
was
the
one
he
was
most
proud
of
,
and
most
fond
of
recalling
long
afterwards
,
although
he
was
quite
unimportant
in
it
.
Actually
I
must
say
he
put
on
his
ring
early
in
the
business
,
and
vanished
from
sight
,
if
not
from
all
danger
.
A
magic
ring
of
that
sort
is
not
a
complete
protection
in
a
goblin
charge
,
nor
does
it
stop
flying
arrows
and
wild
spears
;
but
it
does
help
in
getting
out
of
the
way
,
and
it
prevents
your
head
from
being
specially
chosen
for
a
sweeping
stroke
by
a
goblin
swordsman
.
The
elves
were
the
first
to
charge
.
Their
hatred
for
the
goblins
is
cold
and
bitter
.
Their
spears
and
swords
shone
in
the
gloom
with
a
gleam
of
chill
flame
,
so
deadly
was
the
wrath
of
the
hands
that
held
them
.
As
soon
as
the
host
of
their
enemies
was
dense
in
the
valley
,
they
sent
against
it
a
shower
of
arrows
,
and
each
flickered
as
it
fled
as
if
with
stinging
fire
.
Behind
the
arrows
a
thousand
of
their
spearmen
leapt
down
and
charged
.
The
yells
were
deafening
.
The
rocks
were
stained
black
with
goblin
blood
.
Just
as
the
goblins
were
recovering
from
the
onslaught
and
the
elf-charge
was
halted
,
there
rose
from
across
the
valley
a
deep-throated
roar
.
With
cries
of
"
Moria
!
"
and
"
Dain
,
Dain
!
"
the
dwarves
of
the
Iron
Hills
plunged
in
,
wielding
their
mattocks
,
upon
the
other
side
;
and
beside
them
came
the
men
of
the
Lake
with
long
swords
.
Panic
came
upon
the
Goblins
;
and
even
as
they
turned
to
meet
this
new
attack
,
the
elves
charged
again
with
renewed
numbers
.
Already
many
of
the
goblins
were
flying
back
down
the
river
to
escape
from
the
trap
:
and
many
of
their
own
wolves
were
turning
upon
them
and
rending
the
dead
and
the
wounded
.
Victory
seemed
at
hand
,
when
a
cry
rang
out
on
the
heights
above
.
Goblins
had
scaled
the
Mountain
from
the
other
side
and
already
many
were
on
the
slopes
above
the
Gate
,
and
others
were
streaming
down
recklessly
,
heedless
of
those
that
fell
screaming
from
cliff
and
precipice
,
to
attack
the
spurs
from
above
.
Each
of
these
could
be
reached
by
paths
that
ran
down
from
the
main
mass
of
the
Mountain
in
the
centre
;
and
the
defenders
had
too
few
to
bar
the
way
for
long
.
Victory
now
vanished
from
hope
.
They
had
only
stemmed
the
first
onslaught
of
the
black
tide
.
