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He
had
many
hardships
and
adventures
before
he
got
back
.
The
Wild
was
still
the
Wild
,
and
there
were
many
other
things
in
it
in
those
days
besides
goblins
;
but
he
was
well
guided
and
well
guarded-the
wizard
was
with
him
,
and
Beorn
for
much
of
the
way-and
he
was
never
in
great
danger
again
.
Anyway
by
mid-winter
Gandalf
and
Bilbo
had
come
all
the
way
back
,
along
both
edges
of
the
Forest
,
to
the
doors
of
Beorn
's
house
;
and
there
for
a
while
they
both
stayed
.
Yule-tide
was
warm
and
merry
there
;
and
men
came
from
far
and
wide
to
feast
at
Beorn
's
bidding
.
The
goblins
of
the
Misty
Mountains
were
now
few
and
terrified
,
and
hidden
in
the
deepest
holes
they
could
find
;
and
the
Wargs
had
vanished
from
the
woods
,
so
that
men
went
abroad
without
fear
.
Beorn
indeed
became
a
great
chief
afterwards
in
those
regions
and
ruled
a
wide
land
between
the
mountains
and
the
wood
;
and
it
is
said
that
for
many
generations
the
men
of
his
line
had
the
power
of
taking
bear
's
shape
,
and
some
were
grim
men
and
bad
,
but
most
were
in
heart
like
Beorn
,
if
less
in
size
and
strength
.
In
their
day
the
last
goblins
were
hunted
from
the
Misty
Mountains
and
a
new
peace
came
over
the
edge
of
the
Wild
It
was
spring
,
and
a
fair
one
with
mild
weathers
and
a
bright
sun
,
before
Bilbo
and
Gandalf
took
their
leave
at
last
of
Beorn
,
and
though
he
longed
for
home
.
Bilbo
left
with
regret
,
for
the
flowers
of
the
gardens
of
Beorn
were
m
springtime
no
less
marvellous
than
in
high
summer
.
At
last
they
came
up
the
long
road
,
and
reached
the
very
pass
where
the
goblins
had
captured
them
before
.
But
they
came
to
that
high
point
at
morning
,
and
looking
backward
they
saw
a
white
sun
shining
over
the
out-stretched
lands
.
There
behind
lay
Mirkwood
,
blue
in
the
distance
,
and
darkly
green
at
the
nearer
edge
even
in
the
spring
.
There
far
away
was
the
Lonely
Mountain
on
the
edge
of
eyesight
.
On
its
highest
peak
snow
yet
unmelted
was
gleaming
pale
.
"
So
comes
snow
after
fire
,
and
even
dragons
have
their
ending
!
"
said
Bilbo
,
and
he
turned
his
back
on
his
adventure
.
The
Tookish
part
was
getting
very
tired
,
and
the
Baggins
was
daily
getting
stronger
.
"
I
wish
now
only
to
be
in
my
own
arm-chair
!
"
he
said
.
It
was
on
May
the
First
that
the
two
came
back
at
last
to
the
brink
of
the
valley
of
Rivendell
,
where
stood
the
Last
(
or
the
First
)
Homely
House
.
Again
it
was
evening
,
their
ponies
were
tired
,
especially
the
one
that
carried
the
baggage
;
and
they
all
felt
in
need
of
rest
.
As
they
rode
down
the
steep
path
,
Bilbo
heard
the
elves
still
singing
in
the
trees
,
as
if
they
had
not
stopped
since
he
left
;
and
as
soon
as
their
riders
came
down
into
the
lower
glades
of
the
wood
they
burst
into
a
song
of
much
the
same
kind
as
before
.
This
is
something
like
it
:
"
The
dragon
is
withered
,
His
bones
are
now
crumbled
;
His
armour
is
shivered
,
His
splendour
is
humbled
!
Though
sword
shall
be
rusted
,
