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"
Slash
them
!
Beat
them
!
Bite
them
!
Gnash
them
!
Take
them
away
to
dark
holes
full
of
snakes
,
and
never
let
them
see
the
light
again
!
"
He
was
in
such
a
rage
that
he
jumped
off
his
seat
and
himself
rushed
at
Thorin
with
his
mouth
open
.
Just
at
that
moment
all
the
lights
in
the
cavern
went
out
,
and
the
great
fire
went
off
poof
!
into
a
tower
of
blue
glowing
smoke
,
right
up
to
the
roof
,
that
scattered
piercing
white
sparks
all
among
the
goblins
.
The
yells
and
yammering
,
croaking
,
jibbering
and
jabbering
;
howls
,
growls
and
curses
;
shrieking
and
skriking
,
that
followed
were
beyond
description
.
Several
hundred
wild
cats
and
wolves
being
roasted
slowly
alive
together
would
not
have
compared
with
it
.
The
sparks
were
burning
holes
in
the
goblins
,
and
the
smoke
that
now
fell
from
the
roof
made
the
air
too
thick
for
even
their
eyes
to
see
through
.
Soon
they
were
falling
over
one
another
and
rolling
in
heaps
on
the
floor
,
biting
and
kicking
and
fighting
as
if
they
had
all
gone
mad
.
Suddenly
a
sword
flashed
in
its
own
light
.
Bilbo
saw
it
go
right
through
the
Great
Goblin
as
he
stood
dumbfounded
in
the
middle
of
his
rage
.
He
fell
dead
,
and
the
goblin
soldiers
fled
before
the
sword
shrieking
into
the
darkness
.
The
sword
went
back
into
its
sheath
.
"
Follow
me
quick
!
"
said
a
voice
fierce
and
quiet
;
and
before
Bilbo
understood
what
had
happened
he
was
trotting
along
again
,
as
fast
as
he
could
trot
,
at
the
end
of
the
line
,
down
more
dark
passages
with
the
yells
of
the
goblin-hall
growing
fainter
behind
him
.
A
pale
light
was
leading
them
on
.
"
Quicker
,
quicker
!
"
said
the
voice
.
"
The
torches
will
soon
be
relit
.
"
"
Half
a
minute
!
"
said
Dori
,
who
was
at
the
back
next
to
Bilbo
,
and
a
decent
fellow
.
He
made
the
hobbit
scramble
on
his
shoulders
as
best
he
could
with
his
tied
hands
,
and
then
off
they
all
went
at
a
run
,
with
a
clink-clink
of
chains
,
and
many
a
stumble
,
since
they
had
no
hands
to
steady
themselves
with
.
Not
for
a
long
while
did
they
stop
,
and
by
that
time
they
must
have
been
right
down
in
the
very
mountain
's
heart
.
Then
Gandalf
lit
up
his
wand
.
Of
course
it
was
Gandalf
;
but
just
then
they
were
too
busy
to
ask
how
he
got
there
.
He
took
out
his
sword
again
,
and
again
it
flashed
in
the
dark
by
itself
.
It
burned
with
a
rage
that
made
it
gleam
if
goblins
were
about
;
now
it
was
bright
as
blue
flame
for
delight
in
the
killing
of
the
great
lord
of
the
cave
.
It
made
no
trouble
whatever
of
cutting
through
the
goblin-chains
and
setting
all
the
prisoners
free
as
quickly
as
possible
.
This
sword
's
name
was
Glamdring
the
Foe-hammer
,
if
you
remember
.
The
goblins
just
called
it
Beater
,
and
hated
it
worse
than
Biter
if
possible
.
Orcrist
,
too
,
had
been
saved
;
for
Gandalf
had
brought
it
along
as
well
,
snatching
it
from
one
of
the
terrified
guards
.
Gandalf
thought
of
most
things
;
and
though
he
could
not
do
everything
,
he
could
do
a
great
deal
for
friends
in
a
tight
comer
.
"
Are
we
all
here
?
"
said
he
,
handing
his
sword
back
to
Thorin
with
a
bow
.
"
Let
me
see
:
one-that
's
Thorin
;
two
,
three
,
four
,
five
,
six
,
seven
,
eight
,
nine
,
ten
,
eleven
;
where
are
Fili
and
Kili
?
Here
they
are
,
twelve
,
thirteen-and
here
's
Mr.
Baggins
:
fourteen
!
Well
,
well
!
it
might
be
worse
,
and
then
again
it
might
be
a
good
deal
better
.
No
ponies
,
and
no
food
,
and
no
knowing
quite
where
we
are
,
and
hordes
of
angry
goblins
just
behind
!
On
we
go
!
"
On
they
went
.
Gandalf
was
quite
right
:
they
began
to
hear
goblin
noises
and
horrible
cries
far
behind
in
the
passages
they
had
come
through
.
That
sent
them
on
faster
than
ever
,
and
as
poor
Bilbo
could
not
possibly
go
half
as
fast-for
dwarves
can
roll
along
at
a
tremendous
pace
,
I
can
tell
you
,
when
they
have
to-they
took
it
in
turn
to
carry
him
on
their
backs
.
Still
goblins
go
faster
than
dwarves
,
and
these
goblins
knew
the
way
better
(
they
had
made
the
paths
themselves
)
,
and
were
madly
angry
;
so
that
do
what
they
could
the
dwarves
heard
the
cries
and
howls
getting
closer
and
closer
.
Soon
they
could
hear
even
the
flap
of
the
goblin
feet
,
many
many
feet
which
seemed
only
just
round
the
last
corner
.
The
blink
of
red
torches
could
be
seen
behind
them
in
the
tunnel
they
were
following
;
and
they
were
getting
deadly
tired
.
"
Why
,
O
why
did
I
ever
leave
my
hobbit-hole
!
"
said
poor
Mr.
Baggins
bumping
up
and
down
on
Bombur
's
back
.
"
Why
,
O
why
did
I
ever
bring
a
wretched
little
hobbit
on
a
treasure
hunt
!
"
said
poor
Bombur
,
who
was
fat
,
and
staggered
along
with
the
sweat
dripping
down
his
nose
in
his
heat
and
terror
.
