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Or
will
you
be
flying
?
Your
ponies
are
straying
!
The
daylight
is
dying
!
To
fly
would
be
folly
,
To
stay
would
be
jolly
And
listen
and
hark
Till
the
end
of
the
dark
to
our
tune
ha
!
ha
.
'
"
So
they
laughed
and
sang
in
the
trees
;
and
pretty
fair
nonsense
I
daresay
you
think
it
.
Not
that
they
would
care
they
would
only
laugh
all
the
more
if
you
told
them
so
.
They
were
elves
of
course
.
Soon
Bilbo
caught
glimpses
of
them
as
the
darkness
deepened
.
He
loved
elves
,
though
he
seldom
met
them
;
but
he
was
a
little
frightened
of
them
too
.
Dwarves
do
n't
get
on
well
with
them
.
Even
decent
enough
dwarves
like
Thorin
and
his
friends
think
them
foolish
(
which
is
a
very
foolish
thing
to
think
)
,
or
get
annoyed
with
them
.
For
some
elves
tease
them
and
laugh
at
them
,
and
most
of
all
at
their
beards
.
"
Well
,
well
!
"
said
a
voice
.
"
Just
look
!
Bilbo
the
hobbit
on
a
pony
,
my
dear
!
Is
n't
it
delicious
!
"
