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At
this
point
Gandalf
fell
behind
,
and
Thorin
with
him
.
They
turned
a
sharp
corner
.
"
About
turn
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Draw
your
sword
,
Thorin
!
"
There
was
nothing
else
to
be
done
;
and
the
goblins
did
not
like
it
.
They
came
scurrying
round
the
corner
in
full
cry
,
and
found
Goblin-cleaver
and
Foe-hammer
shining
cold
and
bright
right
in
their
astonished
eyes
.
The
ones
in
front
dropped
their
torches
and
gave
one
yell
before
they
were
killed
.
The
ones
behind
yelled
still
more
,
and
leaped
back
knocking
over
those
that
were
running
after
them
.
"
Biter
and
Beater
!
"
they
shrieked
;
and
soon
they
were
all
in
confusion
,
and
most
of
them
were
hustling
back
the
way
they
had
come
.
It
was
quite
a
long
while
before
any
of
them
dared
to
turn
that
comer
.
By
that
time
the
dwarves
had
gone
on
again
,
a
long
,
long
,
way
on
into
the
dark
tunnels
of
the
goblins
'
realm
.
When
the
goblins
discovered
that
,
they
put
out
their
torches
and
they
slipped
on
soft
shoes
,
and
they
chose
out
their
very
quickest
runners
with
the
sharpest
ears
and
eyes
.
These
ran
forward
,
as
swift
as
weasels
in
the
dark
,
and
with
hardly
any
more
noise
than
bats
.
That
is
why
neither
Bilbo
,
nor
the
dwarves
,
nor
even
Gandalf
heard
them
coming
.
Nor
did
they
see
them
.
But
they
were
seen
by
the
goblins
that
ran
silently
up
behind
,
for
Gandalf
was
letting
his
wand
give
out
a
faint
light
to
help
the
dwarves
as
they
went
along
.
Quite
suddenly
Dori
,
now
at
the
back
again
carrying
Bilbo
,
was
grabbed
from
behind
in
the
dark
.
He
shouted
and
fell
;
and
the
hobbit
rolled
off
his
shoulders
into
the
blackness
,
bumped
his
head
on
hard
rock
,
and
remembered
nothing
more
.
When
Bilbo
opened
his
eyes
,
he
wondered
if
he
had
;
for
it
was
just
as
dark
as
with
them
shut
.
No
one
was
anywhere
near
him
.
Just
imagine
his
fright
!
He
could
hear
nothing
,
see
nothing
,
and
he
could
feel
nothing
except
the
stone
of
the
floor
.
Very
slowly
he
got
up
and
groped
about
on
all
fours
,
till
he
touched
the
wall
of
the
tunnel
;
but
neither
up
nor
down
it
could
he
find
anything
:
nothing
at
all
,
no
sign
of
goblins
,
no
sign
of
dwarves
.
His
head
was
swimming
,
and
he
was
far
from
certain
even
of
the
direction
they
had
been
going
in
when
he
had
his
fall
.
He
guessed
as
well
as
he
could
,
and
crawled
along
for
a
good
way
,
till
suddenly
his
hand
met
what
felt
like
a
tiny
ring
of
cold
metal
lying
on
the
floor
of
the
tunnel
.
It
was
a
turning
point
in
his
career
,
but
he
did
not
know
it
.
He
put
the
ring
in
his
pocket
almost
without
thinking
;
certainly
it
did
not
seem
of
any
particular
use
at
the
moment
.
He
did
not
go
much
further
,
but
sat
down
on
the
cold
floor
and
gave
himself
up
to
complete
miserableness
,
for
a
long
while
.
He
thought
of
himself
frying
bacon
and
eggs
in
his
own
kitchen
at
home
-
for
he
could
feel
inside
that
it
was
high
time
for
some
meal
or
other
;
but
that
only
made
him
miserabler
.
He
could
not
think
what
to
do
;
nor
could
he
think
what
had
happened
;
or
why
he
had
been
left
behind
;
or
why
,
if
he
had
been
left
behind
,
the
goblins
had
not
caught
him
;
or
even
why
his
head
was
so
sore
.
The
truth
was
he
had
been
lying
quiet
,
out
of
sight
and
out
of
mind
,
in
a
very
dark
corner
for
a
long
while
.
After
some
time
he
felt
for
his
pipe
.
It
was
not
broken
,
and
that
was
something
.
Then
he
felt
for
his
pouch
,
and
there
was
some
tobacco
in
it
,
and
that
was
something
more
.
Then
he
felt
for
matches
and
he
could
not
find
any
at
all
,
and
that
shattered
his
hopes
completely
.
Just
as
well
for
him
,
as
he
agreed
when
he
came
to
his
senses
.
Goodness
knows
what
the
striking
of
matches
and
the
smell
of
tobacco
would
have
brought
on
him
out
of
dark
holes
in
that
horrible
place
.
Still
at
the
moment
he
felt
very
crushed
.
But
in
slapping
all
his
pockets
and
feeling
all
round
himself
for
matches
his
hand
came
on
the
hilt
of
his
little
sword
-
the
little
dagger
that
he
got
from
the
trolls
,
and
that
he
had
quite
forgotten
;
nor
do
the
goblins
seem
to
have
noticed
it
,
as
he
wore
it
inside
his
breeches
.
Now
he
drew
it
out
.
It
shone
pale
and
dim
before
his
eyes
.
"
So
it
is
an
elvish
blade
,
too
,
"
he
thought
;
"
and
goblins
are
not
very
near
,
and
yet
not
far
enough
.
"
