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Day
drew
on
.
The
goblins
gathered
again
in
the
valley
.
There
a
host
of
Wargs
came
ravening
and
with
them
came
the
bodyguard
of
Bolg
,
goblins
of
huge
size
with
scimitars
of
steel
.
Soon
actual
darkness
was
coming
into
a
stormy
sky
;
while
still
the
great
bats
swirled
about
the
heads
and
ears
of
elves
and
men
,
or
fastened
vampire-like
on
the
stricken
.
Now
Bard
was
fighting
to
defend
the
Eastern
spur
,
and
yet
giving
slowly
back
;
and
the
elf-lords
were
at
bay
about
their
king
upon
the
southern
arm
,
near
to
the
watch-post
on
Ravenhill
.
Suddenly
there
was
a
great
shout
,
and
from
the
Gate
came
a
trumpet
call
.
They
had
forgotten
Thorin
!
Part
of
the
wall
,
moved
by
levers
,
fell
outward
with
a
crash
into
the
pool
.
Out
leapt
the
King
under
the
Mountain
,
and
his
companions
followed
him
.
Hood
and
cloak
were
gone
;
they
were
in
shining
armour
,
and
red
light
leapt
from
their
eyes
.
In
the
gloom
the
great
dwarf
gleamed
like
gold
in
a
dying
fire
.
Rocks
were
buried
down
from
on
high
by
the
goblins
above
;
but
they
held
on
.
leapt
down
to
the
falls
'
foot
,
and
rushed
forward
to
battle
.
Wolf
and
rider
fell
or
fled
before
them
.
Thorin
wielded
his
axe
with
mighty
strokes
,
and
nothing
seemed
to
harm
him
.
"
To
me
!
To
me
!
Elves
and
Men
!
To
me
!
O
my
kinsfolk
!
"
he
cried
,
and
his
voice
shook
like
a
horn
in
the
valley
.
Down
,
heedless
of
order
,
rushed
all
the
dwarves
of
Dain
to
his
help
.
Down
too
came
many
of
the
Lake-men
,
for
Bard
could
not
restrain
them
;
and
out
upon
the
other
side
came
many
of
the
spearmen
of
the
elves
.
Once
again
the
goblins
were
stricken
in
the
valley
;
and
they
were
piled
in
heaps
till
Dale
was
dark
and
hideous
with
their
corpses
.
The
Wargs
were
scattered
and
Thorin
drove
right
against
the
bodyguards
of
Bolg
.
But
he
could
not
pierce
their
ranks
.
Already
behind
him
among
the
goblin
dead
lay
many
men
and
many
dwarves
,
and
many
a
fair
elf
that
should
have
lived
yet
long
ages
merrily
in
the
wood
.
And
as
the
valley
widened
his
onset
grew
ever
slower
.
His
numbers
were
too
few
.
His
flanks
were
unguarded
.
Soon
the
attackers
were
attacked
,
and
they
were
forced
into
a
great
ring
,
facing
every
way
,
hemmed
all
about
with
goblins
and
wolves
returning
to
the
assault
.
The
bodyguard
of
Bolg
came
howling
against
them
,
and
drove
in
upon
their
ranks
like
waves
upon
cliffs
of
sand
.
Their
friends
could
not
help
them
,
for
the
assault
from
the
Mountain
was
renewed
with
redoubled
force
,
and
upon
either
side
men
and
elves
were
being
slowly
beaten
down
.
On
all
this
Bilbo
looked
with
misery
.
He
had
taken
his
stand
on
Ravenhill
among
the
Elves-partly
because
there
was
more
chance
of
escape
from
that
point
,
and
partly
(
with
the
more
Tookish
part
of
his
mind
)
because
if
he
was
going
to
be
in
a
last
desperate
stand
,
he
preferred
on
the
whole
to
defend
the
Elvenking
.
Gandalf
,
too
,
I
may
say
,
was
there
,
sitting
on
the
ground
as
if
in
deep
thought
,
preparing
,
I
suppose
,
some
last
blast
of
magic
before
the
end
.
That
did
not
seem
far
off
.
"
It
will
not
be
long
now
,
"
thought
Bilbo
,
"
before
the
goblins
win
the
Gate
,
and
we
are
all
slaughtered
or
driven
down
and
captured
.
Really
it
is
enough
to
make
one
weep
,
after
all
one
has
gone
through
I
would
rather
old
Smaug
had
been
left
with
all
the
wretched
treasure
,
than
that
these
vile
creatures
should
get
it
,
and
poor
old
Bombur
,
and
Balin
and
Fili
and
Kili
and
all
the
rest
come
to
a
bad
end
;
and
Bard
too
,
and
the
Lake-men
and
the
merry
elves
.
Misery
me
!
I
have
heard
songs
of
many
battles
,
and
I
have
always
understood
that
defeat
may
be
glorious
.
It
seems
very
uncomfortable
,
not
to
say
distressing
.
I
wish
I
was
well
out
of
it
.
"
The
clouds
were
torn
by
the
wind
,
and
a
red
sunset
slashed
the
West
.
Seeing
the
sudden
gleam
in
the
gloom
Bilbo
looked
round
.
He
gave
a
great
cry
:
