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He
took
it
and
gazed
long
at
it
,
and
he
shook
his
head
;
for
if
he
did
not
altogether
approve
of
dwarves
and
their
love
of
gold
,
he
hated
dragons
and
their
cruel
wickedness
,
and
he
grieved
to
remember
the
ruin
of
the
town
of
Dale
and
its
merry
bells
,
and
the
burned
banks
of
the
bright
River
Running
.
The
moon
was
shining
in
a
broad
silver
crescent
.
He
held
up
the
map
and
the
white
light
shone
through
it
.
"
What
is
this
?
"
he
said
.
"
There
are
moon-letters
here
,
beside
the
plain
runes
which
say
'
five
feet
high
the
door
and
three
may
walk
abreast
.
'
"
"
What
are
moon-letters
?
"
asked
the
hobbit
full
of
excitement
.
He
loved
maps
,
as
I
have
told
you
before
;
and
he
also
liked
runes
and
letters
and
cunning
handwriting
,
though
when
he
wrote
himself
it
was
a
bit
thin
and
spidery
.
"
Moon-letters
are
rune-letters
,
but
you
can
not
see
them
,
"
said
Elrond
,
"
not
when
you
look
straight
at
them
.
They
can
only
be
seen
when
the
moon
shines
behind
them
,
and
what
is
more
,
with
the
more
cunning
sort
it
must
be
a
moon
of
the
same
shape
and
season
as
the
day
when
they
were
written
.
The
dwarves
invented
them
and
wrote
them
with
silver
pens
,
as
your
friends
could
tell
you
.
These
must
have
been
written
on
a
midsummer
's
eve
in
a
crescent
moon
,
a
long
while
ago
.
"
"
What
do
they
say
?
"
asked
Gandalf
and
Thorin
together
,
a
bit
vexed
perhaps
that
even
Elrond
should
have
found
this
out
first
,
though
really
there
had
not
been
a
chance
before
,
and
there
would
not
have
been
another
until
goodness
knows
when
.
"
Stand
by
the
grey
stone
when
the
thrush
knocks
,
"
read
Elrond
,
"
and
the
setting
sun
with
the
last
light
of
Durin
's
Day
will
shine
upon
the
key-hole
.
"
"
Durin
,
Durin
!
"
said
Thorin
.
"
He
was
the
father
of
the
fathers
of
the
eldest
race
of
Dwarves
,
the
Longbeards
,
and
my
first
ancestor
:
I
am
his
heir
.
"
"
Then
what
is
Durin
's
Day
?
"
asked
Elrond
.
"
The
first
day
of
the
dwarves
'
New
Year
,
"
said
Thorin
,
"
is
as
all
should
know
the
first
,
day
of
the
last
moon
of
Autumn
on
the
threshold
of
Winter
.
We
still
call
it
Durin
's
Day
when
the
last
moon
of
Autumn
and
the
sun
are
in
the
sky
together
.
But
this
will
not
help
us
much
,
I
fear
,
for
it
passes
our
skill
in
these
days
to
guess
when
such
a
time
will
come
again
.
"
"
That
remains
to
be
seen
,
"
said
Gandalf
.
"
Is
there
any
more
writing
?
"
"
None
to
be
seen
by
this
moon
,
"
said
Elrond
,
and
he
gave
the
map
back
to
Thorin
;
and
then
they
went
down
to
the
water
to
see
the
elves
dance
and
sing
upon
the
midsummer
's
eve
.
The
next
morning
was
a
midsummer
's
morning
as
fair
and
fresh
as
could
be
dreamed
:
blue
sky
and
never
a
cloud
,
and
the
sun
dancing
on
the
water
.
Now
they
rode
away
amid
songs
of
farewell
and
good
speed
,
with
their
hearts
ready
for
more
adventure
,
and
with
a
knowledge
of
the
road
they
must
follow
over
the
Misty
Mountains
to
the
land
beyond
.
There
were
many
paths
that
led
up
into
those
mountains
,
and
many
passes
over
them
.
But
most
of
the
paths
were
cheats
and
deceptions
and
led
nowhere
or
to
bad
ends
;
and
most
of
the
passes
were
infested
by
evil
things
and
dreadful
dangers
.
The
dwarves
and
the
hobbit
,
helped
by
the
wise
advice
of
Elrond
and
the
knowledge
and
memory
of
Gandalf
,
took
the
right
road
to
the
right
pass
.
Long
days
after
they
had
climbed
out
of
the
valley
and
left
the
Last
Homely
House
miles
behind
,
they
were
still
going
up
and
up
and
up
.
It
was
a
hard
path
and
a
dangerous
path
,
a
crooked
way
and
a
lonely
and
a
long
.
Now
they
could
look
back
over
the
lands
they
had
left
,
laid
out
behind
them
far
below
.
Far
,
far
away
in
the
West
,
where
things
were
blue
and
faint
,
Bilbo
knew
there
lay
his
own
country
of
safe
and
comfortable
things
,
and
his
little
hobbit-hole
.
He
shivered
.
It
was
getting
bitter
cold
up
here
,
and
the
wind
came
shrill
among
the
rocks
.
Boulders
,
too
,
at
times
came
galloping
down
the
mountain-sides
,
let
loose
by
midday
sun
upon
the
snow
,
and
passed
among
them
(
which
was
lucky
)
,
or
over
their
heads
(
which
was
alarming
)
.
The
nights
were
comfortless
and
chill
,
and
they
did
not
dare
to
sing
or
talk
too
loud
,
for
the
echoes
were
uncanny
,
and
the
silence
seemed
to
dislike
being
broken-except
by
the
noise
of
water
and
the
wail
of
wind
and
the
crack
of
stone
.
"
The
summer
is
getting
on
down
below
,
"
thought
Bilbo
,
"
and
haymaking
is
going
on
and
picnics
.
They
will
be
harvesting
and
blackberrying
,
before
we
even
begin
to
go
down
the
other
side
at
this
rate
.
"
And
the
others
were
thinking
equally
gloomy
thoughts
,
although
when
they
had
said
good-bye
to
Elrond
in
the
high
hope
of
a
midsummer
morning
,
they
'
had
spoken
gaily
of
the
passage
of
the
mountains
,
and
of
riding
swift
across
the
lands
beyond
.
They
had
thought
of
coming
to
the
secret
door
in
the
Lonely
Mountain
,
perhaps
that
very
next
first
moon
of
Autumn
-
"
and
perhaps
it
will
be
Durin
's
Day
"
they
had
said
.
Only
Gandalf
had
shaken
his
head
and
said
nothing
.
Dwarves
had
not
passed
that
way
for
many
years
,
but
Gandalf
had
,
and
he
knew
how
evil
and
danger
had
grown
and
thriven
in
the
Wild
,
since
the
dragons
had
driven
men
from
the
lands
,
and
the
goblins
had
spread
in
secret
after
the
battle
of
the
Mines
of
Moria
.
Even
the
good
plans
of
wise
wizards
like
Gandalf
and
of
good
friends
like
Elrond
go
astray
sometimes
when
you
are
off
on
dangerous
adventures
over
the
Edge
of
the
Wild
;
and
Gandalf
was
a
wise
enough
wizard
to
know
it
.
He
knew
that
something
unexpected
might
happen
,
and
he
hardly
dared
to
hope
that
they
would
pass
without
fearful
adventure
over
those
great
tall
mountains
with
lonely
peaks
and
valleys
where
no
king
ruled
.
They
did
not
.
All
was
well
,
until
one
day
they
met
a
thunderstorm
-
more
than
a
thunderstorm
,
a
thunder-battle
.
You
know
how
terrific
a
really
big
thunderstorm
can
be
down
in
the
land
and
in
a
river-valley
;
especially
at
times
when
two
great
thunderstorms
meet
and
clash
.
More
terrible
still
are
thunder
and
lightning
in
the
mountains
at
night
,
when
storms
come
up
from
East
and
West
and
make
war
.
The
lightning
splinters
on
the
peaks
,
and
rocks
shiver
,
and
great
crashes
split
the
air
and
go
rolling
and
tumbling
into
every
cave
and
hollow
;
and
the
darkness
is
filled
with
overwhelming
noise
and
sudden
light
.
Bilbo
had
never
seen
or
imagined
anything
of
the
kind
.
They
were
high
up
in
a
narrow
place
,
with
a
dreadful
fall
into
a
dim
valley
at
one
side
of
them
.
There
they
were
sheltering
under
a
hanging
rock
for
the
night
,
and
he
lay
beneath
a
blanket
and
shook
from
head
to
toe
.
When
he
peeped
out
in
the
lightning-flashes
,
he
saw
that
across
the
valley
the
stone-giants
were
out
and
were
hurling
rocks
at
one
another
for
a.
game
,
and
catching
them
,
and
tossing
them
down
into
the
darkness
where
they
smashed
among
the
trees
far
below
,
or
splintered
into
little
bits
with
a
bang
.
Then
came
a
wind
and
a
rain
,
and
the
wind
whipped
the
rain
and
the
hail
about
in
every
direction
,
so
that
an
overhanging
rock
was
no
protection
at
all
.
