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They
had
not
been
riding
very
long
when
up
came
Gandalf
very
splendid
on
a
white
horse
.
He
had
brought
a
lot
of
pocket-handkerchiefs
,
and
Bilbo
's
pipe
and
tobacco
.
So
after
that
the
party
went
along
very
merrily
,
and
they
told
stories
or
sang
songs
as
they
rode
forward
all
day
,
except
of
course
when
they
stopped
for
meals
.
These
did
n't
come
quite
as
often
as
Bilbo
would
have
liked
them
,
but
still
he
began
to
feel
that
adventures
were
not
so
bad
after
all
.
At
first
they
had
passed
through
hobbit-lands
,
a
wild
respectable
country
inhabited
by
decent
folk
,
with
good
roads
,
an
inn
or
two
,
and
now
and
then
a
dwarf
or
a
farmer
ambling
by
on
business
.
Then
they
came
to
lands
where
people
spoke
strangely
,
and
sang
songs
Bilbo
had
never
heard
before
.
Now
they
had
gone
on
far
into
the
Lone-lands
,
where
there
were
no
people
left
,
no
inns
,
and
the
roads
grew
steadily
worse
.
Not
far
ahead
were
dreary
hills
,
rising
higher
and
higher
,
dark
with
trees
.
On
some
of
them
were
old
castles
with
an
evil
look
,
as
if
they
had
been
built
by
wicked
people
.
Everything
seemed
gloomy
,
for
the
weather
that
day
had
taken
a
nasty
turn
.
Mostly
it
had
been
as
good
as
May
can
be
,
even
in
merry
tales
,
but
now
it
was
cold
and
wet
.
In
the
Lone-lands
they
had
to
camp
when
they
could
,
but
at
least
it
had
been
dry
.
"
To
think
it
will
soon
be
June
,
"
grumbled
Bilbo
as
he
splashed
along
behind
the
others
in
a
very
muddy
track
.
It
was
after
tea-time
;
it
was
pouring
with
rain
,
and
had
been
all
day
;
his
hood
was
dripping
into
his
eyes
,
his
cloak
was
full
of
water
;
the
pony
was
tired
and
stumbled
on
stones
;
the
others
were
too
grumpy
to
talk
.
"
And
I
'm
sure
the
rain
has
got
into
the
dry
clothes
and
into
the
food-bags
,
"
thought
Bilbo
.
"
Bother
burgling
and
everything
to
do
with
it
!
I
wish
I
was
at
home
in
my
nice
hole
by
the
fire
,
with
the
kettle
just
beginning
to
sing
!
"
It
was
not
the
last
time
that
he
wished
that
!
Still
the
dwarves
jogged
on
,
never
turning
round
or
taking
any
notice
of
the
hobbit
.
Somewhere
behind
the
grey
clouds
the
sun
must
have
gone
down
,
for
it
began
to
get
dark
.
Wind
got
up
,
and
the
willows
along
the
river-bank
bent
and
sighed
.
I
do
n't
know
what
river
it
was
,
a
rushing
red
one
,
swollen
with
the
rains
of
the
last
few
days
,
that
came
down
from
the
hills
and
mountains
in
front
of
them
.
Soon
it
was
nearly
dark
.
The
winds
broke
up
the
grey
clouds
,
and
a
waning
moon
appeared
above
the
hills
between
the
flying
rags
.
Then
they
stopped
,
and
Thorin
muttered
something
about
supper
,
"
and
where
shall
we
get
a
dry
patch
to
sleep
on
?
"
Not
until
then
did
they
notice
that
Gandalf
was
missing
.
So
far
he
had
come
all
the
way
with
them
,
never
saying
if
he
was
in
the
adventure
or
merely
keeping
them
company
for
a
while
.
He
had
eaten
most
,
talked
most
,
and
laughed
most
.
But
now
he
simply
was
not
there
at
all
!
"
Just
when
a
wizard
would
have
been
most
useful
,
too
,
"
groaned
Dori
and
Nori
(
who
shared
the
hobbit
's
views
about
regular
meals
,
plenty
and
often
)
.
They
decided
in
the
end
that
they
would
have
to
camp
where
they
were
.
So
far
they
had
not
camped
before
on
this
journey
,
and
though
they
knew
that
they
soon
would
have
to
camp
regularly
,
when
they
were
among
the
Misty
Mountains
and
far
from
the
lands
of
respectable
people
,
it
seemed
a
bad
wet
evening
to
begin
,
on
.
They
moved
to
a
clump
of
trees
,
and
though
it
was
drier
under
them
,
the
wind
shook
the
rain
off
the
leaves
,
and
the
drip
,
drip
,
was
most
annoying
.
Also
the
mischief
seemed
to
have
got
into
the
fire
.
Dwarves
can
make
a
fire
almost
anywhere
out
of
almost
anything
,
wind
or
no
wind
;
but
they
could
not
do
it
that
night
,
not
even
Oin
and
Gloin
,
who
were
specially
good
at
it
.
Then
one
of
the
ponies
took
fright
at
nothing
and
bolted
.
He
got
into
the
river
before
they
could
catch
him
;
and
before
they
could
get
him
out
again
,
Fili
and
Kili
were
nearly
drowned
,
and
all
the
baggage
that
he
carried
was
washed
away
off
him
.
Of
course
it
was
mostly
food
,
and
there
was
mighty
little
left
for
supper
,
and
less
for
breakfast
.
There
they
all
sat
glum
and
wet
and
muttering
,
while
Oin
and
Gloin
went
on
trying
to
light
the
fire
,
and
quarrelling
about
it
.
Bilbo
was
sadly
reflecting
that
adventures
are
not
all
pony-rides
in
May-sunshine
,
when
Balin
,
who
was
always
their
look-out
man
,
said
:
"
There
's
a
light
over
there
!
"
There
was
a
hill
some
way
off
with
trees
on
it
,
pretty
thick
in
parts
.
Out
of
the
dark
mass
of
the
trees
they
could
now
see
a
light
shining
,
a
reddish
comfortable-looking
light
,
as
it
might
be
a
fire
or
torches
twinkling
.
When
they
had
looked
at
it
for
some
while
,
they
fell
to
arguing
.
Some
said
"
no
"
and
some
said
"
yes
.
"
Some
said
they
could
but
go
and
see
,
and
anything
was
better
than
little
supper
,
less
breakfast
,
and
wet
clothes
all
the
night
.
Others
said
:
"
These
parts
are
none
too
well
known
,
and
are
too
near
the
mountains
.
Travellers
seldom
come
this
way
now
.
The
old
maps
are
no
use
:
things
have
changed
for
the
worse
and
the
road
is
unguarded
.
They
have
seldom
even
heard
of
the
king
round
here
,
and
the
less
inquisitive
you
are
as
you
go
along
,
the
less
trouble
you
are
likely
to
find
.
"
Some
said
:
"
After
all
there
are
fourteen
of
us
.
"
Others
said
:
"
Where
has
Gandalf
got
to
?
"
This
remark
was
repeated
by
everybody
.
Then
the
rain
began
to
pour
down
worse
than
ever
,
and
Oin
and
Gloin
began
to
fight
.
That
settled
it
.
"
After
all
we
have
got
a
burglar
with
us
,
"
they
said
;
and
so
they
made
off
,
leading
their
ponies
(
with
all
due
and
proper
caution
)
in
the
direction
of
the
light
.
They
came
to
the
hill
and
were
soon
in
the
wood
.
Up
the
hill
they
went
;
but
there
was
no
proper
path
to
be
seen
,
such
as
might
lead
to
a
house
or
a
farm
;
and
do
what
they
could
they
made
a
deal
of
rustling
and
crackling
and
creaking
(
and
a
good
deal
of
grumbling
and
drafting
)
,
as
they
went
through
the
trees
in
the
pitch
dark
.
Suddenly
the
red
light
shone
out
very
bright
through
the
tree-trunks
not
far
ahead
.
"
Now
it
is
the
burglar
's
turn
,
"
they
said
,
meaning
Bilbo
.
"
You
must
go
on
and
find
out
all
about
that
light
,
and
what
it
is
for
,
and
if
all
is
perfectly
safe
and
canny
,
"
said
Thorin
to
the
hobbit
.
"
Now
scuttle
off
,
and
come
back
quick
,
if
all
is
well
.
If
not
,
come
back
if
you
can
!
It
you
ca
n't
,
hoot
twice
like
a
barn-owl
and
once
like
a
screech-owl
,
and
we
will
do
what
we
can
.
"
Off
Bilbo
had
to
go
,
before
he
could
explain
that
he
could
not
hoot
even
once
like
any
kind
of
owl
any
more
than
fly
like
a
bat
.
But
at
any
rate
hobbits
can
move
quietly
in
woods
,
absolutely
quietly
.
They
take
a
pride
in
it
,
and
Bilbo
had
sniffed
more
than
once
at
what
he
called
"
all
this
dwarvish
racket
,
"
as
they
went
along
,
though
I
do
n't
sup-pose
you
or
I
would
notice
anything
at
all
on
a
windy
night
,
not
if
the
whole
cavalcade
had
passed
two
feet
off
.
As
for
Bilbo
walking
primly
towards
the
red
light
,
I
do
n't
suppose
even
a
weasel
would
have
stirred
a
whisker
at
it
.
So
,
naturally
,
he
got
right
up
to
the
fire-for
fire
it
was
without
disturbing
anyone
.
And
this
is
what
he
saw
.
Three
very
large
persons
sitting
round
a
very
large
fire
of
beech-logs
.
They
were
toasting
mutton
on
long
spits
of
wood
,
and
licking
the
gravy
off
their
fingers
.
There
was
a
fine
toothsome
smell
.
Also
there
was
a
barrel
of
good
drink
at
hand
,
and
they
were
drinking
out
of
jugs
.
But
they
were
trolls
.
Obviously
trolls
.
Even
Bilbo
,
in
spite
of
his
sheltered
life
,
could
see
that
:
from
the
great
heavy
faces
of
them
,
and
their
size
,
and
the
shape
of
their
legs
,
not
to
mention
their
language
,
which
was
not
drawing-room
fashion
at
all
,
at
all
.
"
Mutton
yesterday
,
mutton
today
,
and
blimey
,
if
it
do
n't
look
like
mutton
again
tomorrow
,
"
said
one
of
the
trolls
.
"
Never
a
blinking
bit
of
manflesh
have
we
had
for
long
enough
,
"
said
a
second
.
"
What
the
'
ell
William
was
a-thinkin
'
of
to
bring
us
into
these
parts
at
all
,
beats
me
-
and
the
drink
runnin
'
short
,
what
's
more
,
"
he
said
jogging
the
elbow
of
William
,
who
was
taking
a
pull
at
his
jug
.
William
choked
.
"
Shut
yer
mouth
!
"
he
said
as
soon
as
he
could
.
"
Yer
ca
n't
expect
folk
to
stop
here
for
ever
just
to
be
et
by
you
and
Bert
.
You
've
et
a
village
and
a
half
between
yer
,
since
we
come
down
from
the
mountains
.
How
much
more
d'yer
want
?
And
time
's
been
up
our
way
,
when
yer
'd
have
said
'
thank
yer
Bill
'
for
a
nice
bit
o
'
fat
valley
mutton
like
what
this
is
.
"
He
took
a
big
bite
off
a
sheep
's
leg
he
was
toasting
,
and
wiped
his
lips
on
his
sleeve
.
Yes
,
I
am
afraid
trolls
do
behave
like
that
,
even
those
with
only
one
head
each
.
After
hearing
all
this
Bilbo
ought
to
have
done
something
at
once
.
Either
he
should
have
gone
back
quietly
and
warned
his
friends
that
there
were
three
fair-sized
trolls
at
hand
in
a
nasty
mood
,
quite
likely
to
try
toasted
dwarf
,
or
even
pony
,
for
a
change
;
or
else
he
should
have
done
a
bit
of
good
quick
burgling
.
A
really
first-class
and
legendary
burglar
would
at
this
point
have
picked
the
trolls
'
pockets-it
is
nearly
always
worthwhile
if
you
can
manage
it
-
,
pinched
the
very
mutton
off
the
spite
,
purloined
the
beer
,
and
walked
off
without
their
noticing
him
.
Others
more
practical
but
with
less
professional
pride
would
perhaps
have
stuck
a
dagger
into
each
of
them
before
they
observed
it
.
Then
the
night
could
have
been
spent
cheerily
.
Bilbo
knew
it
.
He
had
read
of
a
good
many
things
he
had
never
seen
or
done
.
He
was
very
much
alarmed
,
as
well
as
disgusted
;
he
wished
himself
a
hundred
miles
away
,
and
yet-and
yet
somehow
he
could
not
go
straight
back
to
Thorin
and
Company
empty-handed
.
So
he
stood
and
hesitated
in
the
shadows
.
