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"
No
!
"
said
Thorin
.
"
There
is
more
in
you
of
good
than
you
know
,
child
of
the
kindly
West
.
Some
courage
and
some
wisdom
,
blended
in
measure
.
If
more
of
us
valued
food
and
cheer
and
song
above
hoarded
gold
,
it
would
be
a
merrier
world
.
But
sad
or
merry
,
I
must
leave
it
now
.
Farewell
!
"
Then
Bilbo
turned
away
,
and
he
went
by
himself
,
and
sat
alone
wrapped
in
a
blanket
,
and
,
whether
you
believe
it
or
not
,
he
wept
until
his
eyes
were
red
and
his
voice
was
hoarse
.
He
was
a
kindly
little
soul
.
Indeed
it
was
long
before
he
had
the
heart
to
make
a
joke
again
.
"
A
mercy
it
is
,
"
he
said
at
last
to
himself
,
"
that
I
woke
up
when
I
did
.
I
wish
Thorin
were
living
,
but
I
am
glad
that
we
parted
in
kindness
.
You
are
a
fool
,
Bilbo
Baggins
,
and
you
made
a
great
mess
of
that
business
with
the
stone
;
and
there
was
a
battle
,
in
spite
of
all
your
efforts
to
buy
peace
and
quiet
,
but
I
suppose
you
can
hardly
be
blamed
for
that
.
"
All
that
had
happened
after
he
was
stunned
,
Bilbo
learned
later
;
but
it
gave
him
more
sorrow
than
joy
,
and
he
was
now
weary
of
his
adventure
.
He
was
aching
in
his
bones
for
the
homeward
journey
.
That
,
however
,
was
a
little
delayed
,
so
in
the
meantime
I
will
tell
something
of
events
.
The
Eagles
had
long
had
suspicion
of
the
goblins
'
mustering
;
from
their
watchfulness
the
movements
in
the
mountains
could
not
be
altogether
hid
.
So
they
too
had
gathered
in
great
numbers
,
under
the
great
Eagle
of
the
Misty
Mountains
;
and
at
length
smelling
battle
from
afar
they
had
come
speeding
down
the
gale
in
the
nick
of
time
.
They
it
was
who
dislodged
the
goblins
from
the
mountain-slopes
,
casting
them
over
precipices
,
or
driving
them
down
shrieking
and
bewildered
among
their
foes
.
It
was
not
long
before
they
had
freed
the
Lonely
Mountain
,
and
elves
and
men
on
either
side
of
the
valley
could
come
at
last
to
the
help
of
the
battle
below
.
But
even
with
the
Eagles
they
were
still
outnumbered
.
In
that
last
hour
Beorn
himself
had
appeared
-
no
one
knew
how
or
from
where
.
He
came
alone
,
and
in
bear
's
shape
;
and
he
seemed
to
have
grown
almost
to
giant-size
in
his
wrath
.
The
roar
of
his
voice
was
like
drums
and
guns
;
and
he
tossed
wolves
and
goblins
from
his
path
like
straws
and
feathers
.
He
fell
upon
their
rear
,
and
broke
like
a
clap
of
thunder
through
the
ring
.
The
dwarves
were
making
a
stand
still
about
their
lords
upon
a
low
rounded
hill
.
Then
Beorn
stooped
and
lifted
Thorin
,
who
had
fallen
pierced
with
spears
,
and
bore
him
out
of
the
fray
.
Swiftly
he
returned
and
his
wrath
was
redoubled
,
so
that
nothing
could
withstand
him
,
and
no
weapon
seemed
to
bite
upon
him
.
He
scattered
the
bodyguard
,
and
pulled
down
Bolg
himself
and
crushed
him
.
Then
dismay
fell
on
the
Goblins
and
they
fled
in
all
directions
.
But
weariness
left
their
enemies
with
the
coming
of
new
hope
,
and
they
pursued
them
closely
,
and
prevented
most
of
them
from
escaping
where
they
could
.
They
drove
many
of
them
into
the
Running
River
,
and
such
as
fled
south
or
west
they
hunted
into
the
marshes
about
the
Forest
River
;
and
there
the
greater
part
of
the
last
fugitives
perished
,
while
those
that
came
hardly
to
the
Wood-elves
'
realm
were
there
slain
,
or
drawn
in
to
die
in
the
trackless
dark
of
Mirkwood
.
Songs
have
said
that
three
parts
of
the
goblin
warriors
of
the
North
perished
on
that
day
,
and
the
mountains
had
peace
for
many
a
year
.
Victory
had
been
assured
before
the
fall
of
night
,
but
the
pursuit
was
still
on
foot
,
when
Bilbo
returned
to
the
camp
;
and
not
many
were
in
the
valley
save
the
more
grievously
wounded
.
"
Where
are
the
Eagles
?
"
he
asked
Gandalf
that
evening
,
as
he
lay
wrapped
in
many
warm
blankets
.
"
Some
are
in
the
hunt
,
"
said
the
wizard
,
"
but
most
have
gone
back
to
their
eyries
.
They
would
not
stay
here
,
and
departed
with
the
first
light
of
morning
.
Dain
has
crowned
their
chief
with
gold
,
and
sworn
friendship
with
them
for
ever
.
"
"
I
am
sorry
.
I
mean
,
I
should
have
liked
to
see
them
again
,
"
said
Bilbo
sleepily
;
"
perhaps
I
shall
see
them
on
the
way
home
.
I
suppose
I
shall
be
going
home
soon
?
"
"
As
soon
as
you
like
,
"
said
the
wizard
.
