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But
somehow
he
was
comforted
.
It
was
rather
splendid
to
be
wearing
a
blade
made
in
Gondolin
for
the
goblin-wars
of
which
so
many
songs
had
sung
;
and
also
he
had
noticed
that
such
weapons
made
a
great
impression
on
goblins
that
came
upon
them
suddenly
.
"
Go
back
?
"
he
thought
.
"
No
good
at
all
!
Go
sideways
?
Impossible
!
Go
forward
?
Only
thing
to
do
!
On
we
go
!
"
So
up
he
got
,
and
trotted
along
with
his
little
sword
held
in
front
of
him
and
one
hand
feeling
the
wall
,
and
his
heart
all
of
a
patter
and
a
pitter
.
Now
certainly
Bilbo
was
in
what
is
called
a
tight
place
.
But
you
must
remember
it
was
not
quite
so
tight
for
him
as
it
would
have
been
for
me
or
for
you
.
Hobbits
are
not
quite
like
ordinary
people
;
and
after
all
if
their
holes
are
nice
cheery
places
and
properly
aired
,
quite
different
from
the
tunnels
of
the
goblins
,
still
they
are
more
used
to
tunnelling
than
we
are
,
and
they
do
not
easily
lose
their
sense
of
direction
underground-not
when
their
heads
have
recovered
from
being
bumped
.
Also
they
can
move
very
quietly
,
and
hide
easily
,
and
recover
wonderfully
from
falls
and
bruises
,
and
they
have
a
fund
of
wisdom
and
wise
sayings
that
men
have
mostly
never
heard
or
have
forgotten
long
ago
.
I
should
not
have
liked
to
have
been
in
Mr.
Baggins
'
place
,
all
the
same
.
The
tunnel
seemed
to
have
no
end
.
All
he
knew
was
that
it
was
still
going
down
pretty
steadily
and
keeping
in
the
same
direction
in
spite
of
a
twist
and
a
turn
or
two
.
There
were
passages
leading
off
to
the
side
every
now
and
then
,
as
he
knew
by
the
glimmer
of
his
sword
,
or
could
feel
with
his
hand
on
the
wall
.
Of
these
he
took
no
notice
,
except
to
hurry
past
for
fear
of
goblins
or
half-imagined
dark
things
coming
out
of
them
.
On
and
on
he
went
,
and
down
and
down
;
and
still
he
heard
no
sound
of
anything
except
the
occasional
whirr
of
a
bat
by
his
ears
,
which
startled
him
at
first
,
till
it
became
too
frequent
to
bother
about
.
I
do
not
know
how
long
he
kept
on
like
this
,
hating
to
go
on
,
not
daring
to
stop
,
on
,
on
,
until
he
was
tireder
than
tired
.
It
seemed
like
all
the
way
to
tomorrow
and
over
it
to
the
days
beyond
.
Suddenly
without
any
warning
he
trotted
splash
into
water
!
Ugh
!
it
was
icy
cold
.
That
pulled
him
up
sharp
and
short
.
He
did
not
know
whether
it
was
just
a
pool
in
the
path
,
or
the
edge
of
an
underground
stream
that
crossed
the
passage
,
or
the
brink
of
a
deep
dark
subterranean
lake
.
The
sword
was
hardly
shining
at
all
.
He
stopped
,
and
he
could
hear
,
when
he
listened
hard
,
drops
drip-drip-dripping
from
an
unseen
roof
into
the
water
below
;
but
there
seemed
no
other
sort
of
sound
.
"
So
it
is
a
pool
or
a
lake
,
and
not
an
underground
river
,
"
he
thought
.
Still
he
did
not
dare
to
wade
out
into
the
darkness
.
He
could
not
swim
;
and
he
thought
,
too
,
of
nasty
slimy
things
,
with
big
bulging
blind
eyes
,
wriggling
in
the
water
.
There
are
strange
things
living
in
the
pools
and
lakes
in
the
hearts
of
mountains
:
fish
whose
fathers
swam
in
,
goodness
only
knows
how
many
years
ago
,
and
never
swam
out
again
,
while
their
eyes
grew
bigger
and
bigger
and
bigger
from
trying
to
see
in
the
blackness
;
also
there
are
other
things
more
slimy
than
fish
.
Even
in
the
tunnels
and
caves
the
goblins
have
made
for
themselves
there
are
other
things
living
unbeknown
to
them
that
have
sneaked
in
from
outside
to
lie
up
in
the
dark
.
Some
of
these
caves
,
too
,
go
back
in
their
beginnings
to
ages
before
the
goblins
,
who
only
widened
them
and
joined
them
up
with
passages
,
and
the
original
owners
are
still
there
in
odd
comers
,
slinking
and
nosing
about
.
Deep
down
here
by
the
dark
water
lived
old
Gollum
,
a
small
slimy
creature
.
I
do
n't
know
where
he
came
from
,
nor
who
or
what
he
was
.
He
was
Gollum
-
as
dark
as
darkness
,
except
for
two
big
round
pale
eyes
in
his
thin
face
.
He
had
a
little
boat
,
and
he
rowed
about
quite
quietly
on
the
lake
;
for
lake
it
was
,
wide
and
deep
and
deadly
cold
.
He
paddled
it
with
large
feet
dangling
over
the
side
,
but
never
a
ripple
did
he
make
.
Not
he
.
He
was
looking
out
of
his
pale
lamp-like
eyes
for
blind
fish
,
which
he
grabbed
with
his
long
fingers
as
quick
as
thinking
.
He
liked
meat
too
.
Goblin
he
thought
good
,
when
he
could
get
it
;
but
he
took
care
they
never
found
him
out
.
He
just
throttled
them
from
behind
,
if
they
ever
came
down
alone
anywhere
near
the
edge
of
the
water
,
while
he
was
prowling
about
.
They
very
seldom
did
,
for
they
had
a
feeling
that
something
unpleasant
was
lurking
down
there
,
down
at
the
very
roots
of
the
mountain
.
They
had
come
on
the
lake
,
when
they
were
tunnelling
down
long
ago
,
and
they
found
they
could
go
no
further
;
so
there
their
road
ended
in
that
direction
,
and
there
was
no
reason
to
go
that
way-unless
the
Great
Goblin
sent
them
.
Sometimes
he
took
a
fancy
for
fish
from
the
lake
,
and
sometimes
neither
goblin
nor
fish
came
back
.
Actually
Gollum
lived
on
a
slimy
island
of
rock
in
the
middle
of
the
lake
.
He
was
watching
Bilbo
now
from
the
distance
with
his
pale
eyes
like
telescopes
.
Bilbo
could
not
see
him
,
but
he
was
wondering
a
lot
about
Bilbo
,
for
he
could
see
that
he
was
no
goblin
at
all
.
Gollum
got
into
his
boat
and
shot
off
from
the
island
,
while
Bilbo
was
sitting
on
the
brink
altogether
flummoxed
and
at
the
end
of
his
way
and
his
wits
.
Suddenly
up
came
Gollum
and
whispered
and
hissed
:
"
Bless
us
and
splash
us
,
my
precioussss
!
I
guess
it
's
a
choice
feast
;
at
least
a
tasty
morsel
it
'd
make
us
,
gollum
!
"
And
when
he
said
gollum
he
made
a
horrible
swallowing
noise
in
his
throat
.
That
is
how
he
got
his
name
,
though
he
always
called
himself
'm
y
precious
.
'
