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Now
it
is
a
strange
thing
,
but
things
that
are
good
to
have
and
days
that
are
good
to
spend
are
soon
told
about
,
and
not
much
to
listen
to
;
while
things
that
are
uncomfortable
,
palpitating
,
and
even
gruesome
,
may
make
a
good
tale
,
and
take
a
deal
of
telling
anyway
.
They
stayed
long
in
that
good
house
,
fourteen
days
at
least
,
and
they
found
it
hard
to
leave
.
Bilbo
would
gladly
have
stopped
there
for
ever
and
ever-even
supposing
a
wish
would
have
taken
him
right
back
to
his
hobbit-hole
without
trouble
.
Yet
there
is
little
to
tell
about
their
stay
.
The
master
of
the
house
was
an
elf-friend-one
of
those
people
whose
fathers
came
into
the
strange
stories
before
the
beginning
of
History
,
the
wars
of
the
evil
goblins
and
the
elves
and
the
first
men
in
the
North
.
In
those
days
of
our
tale
there
were
still
some
people
who
had
both
elves
and
heroes
of
the
North
for
ancestors
,
and
Elrond
the
master
of
the
house
was
their
chief
.
He
was
as
noble
and
as
fair
in
face
as
an
elf-lord
,
as
strong
as
a
warrior
,
as
wise
as
a
wizard
,
as
venerable
as
a
king
of
dwarves
,
and
as
kind
as
summer
.
He
comes
into
.
many
tales
,
but
his
part
in
the
story
of
Bilbo
's
great
adventure
is
only
a
small
one
,
though
important
,
as
you
will
see
,
if
we
ever
get
to
the
end
of
it
.
His
house
was
perfect
,
whether
you
liked
food
,
or
sleep
,
or
work
,
or
story-telling
,
or
singing
,
or
just
sitting
and
thinking
best
,
or
a
pleasant
mixture
of
them
all
.
Evil
things
did
not
come
into
that
valley
.
I
wish
I
had
time
to
tell
you
even
a
few
of
the
tales
or
one
or
two
of
the
songs
that
they
heard
in
that
house
.
All
of
them
,
the
ponies
as
well
,
grew
refreshed
and
strong
in
a
few
days
there
.
Their
clothes
were
mended
as
well
as
their
bruises
,
their
tempers
and
their
hopes
.
Their
bags
were
filled
with
food
and
provisions
light
to
carry
but
strong
to
bring
them
over
the
mountain
passes
.
Their
plans
were
improved
with
the
best
advice
.
So
the
time
came
to
mid
-
summer
eve
,
and
they
were
to
go
on
again
with
the
early
sun
on
midsummer
morning
.
Elrond
knew
all
about
runes
of
every
kind
.
That
day
he
looked
at
the
swords
they
had
brought
from
the
trolls
'
lair
,
and
he
said
:
"
These
are
not
troll-make
.
They
are
old
swords
,
very
old
swords
of
the
High
Elves
of
the
West
,
my
kin
.
They
were
made
in
Gondolin
for
the
Goblin-wars
.
They
must
have
come
from
a
dragon
's
hoard
or
goblin
plunder
,
for
dragons
and
goblins
destroyed
that
city
many
ages
ago
.
This
,
Thorin
,
the
runes
name
Orcrist
,
the
Goblin-cleaver
in
the
ancient
tongue
of
Gondolin
;
it
was
a
famous
blade
.
This
,
Gandalf
,
was
Glamdring
,
Foe-hammer
that
the
king
of
Gondolin
once
wore
.
Keep
them
well
!
"
"
Whence
did
the
trolls
get
them
,
I
wonder
?
"
said
Thorin
looking
at
his
sword
with
new
interest
.
"
I
could
not
say
,
"
said
Elrond
,
"
but
one
may
guess
that
your
trolls
had
plundered
other
plunderers
,
or
come
on
the
remnants
of
old
robberies
in
some
hold
in
the
mountains
of
the
North
.
I
have
heard
that
there
are
still
forgotten
treasures
of
old
to
be
found
in
the
deserted
caverns
of
the
mines
of
Moria
,
since
the
dwarf
and
goblin
war
.
"
Thorin
pondered
these
words
.
"
I
will
keep
this
sword
in
honour
,
"
he
said
.
"
May
it
soon
cleave
goblins
once
again
!
"
"
A
wish
that
is
likely
to
be
granted
soon
enough
in
the
mountains
!
"
said
Elrond
.
"
But
show
me
now
your
map
!
"
