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He
had
only
just
had
a
sip-in
the
corner
,
while
the
four
dwarves
sat
around
the
table
,
and
talked
about
mines
and
gold
and
troubles
with
the
goblins
,
and
the
depredations
of
dragons
,
and
lots
of
other
things
which
he
did
not
understand
,
and
did
not
want
to
,
for
they
sounded
much
too
adventurous
--
when
,
ding-dong-a-ling
-
'
dang
,
his
bell
rang
again
,
as
if
some
naughty
little
hobbit-boy
was
trying
to
pull
the
handle
off
.
"
Someone
at
the
door
!
"
he
said
,
blinking
.
"
Some
four
,
I
should
say
by
the
sound
,
"
said
Fili
.
"
Be-sides
,
we
saw
them
coming
along
behind
us
in
the
distance
.
"
The
poor
little
hobbit
sat
down
in
the
hall
and
put
his
head
in
his
hands
,
and
wondered
what
had
happened
,
and
what
was
going
to
happen
,
and
whether
they
would
all
stay
to
supper
.
Then
the
bell
rang
again
louder
than
ever
,
and
he
had
to
run
to
the
door
.
It
was
not
four
after
all
,
it
was
FIVE
.
Another
dwarf
had
come
along
while
he
was
wondering
in
the
hall
.
He
had
hardly
turned
the
knob
,
before
they
were
all
inside
,
bowing
and
saying
"
at
your
service
"
one
after
another
.
Dori
,
Nori
,
Ori
,
Oin
,
and
Gloin
were
their
names
;
and
very
soon
two
purple
hoods
,
a
grey
hood
,
a
brown
hood
,
and
a
white
hood
were
hanging
on
the
pegs
,
and
off
they
marched
with
their
broad
hands
stuck
in
their
gold
and
silver
belts
to
join
the
others
.
Already
it
had
almost
become
a
throng
.
Some
called
for
ale
,
and
some
for
porter
,
and
one
for
coffee
,
and
all
of
them
for
cakes
;
so
the
hobbit
was
kept
very
busy
for
a
while
.
A
big
jug
of
coffee
bad
just
been
set
in
the
hearth
,
the
seed-cakes
were
gone
,
and
the
dwarves
were
starting
on
a
round
of
buttered
scones
,
when
there
came-a
loud
knock
.
Not
a
ring
,
but
a
hard
rat-tat
on
the
hobbit
's
beautiful
green
door
.
Somebody
was
banging
with
a
stick
!
Bilbo
rushed
along
the
passage
,
very
angry
,
and
altogether
bewildered
and
bewuthered
--
this
was
the
most
awkward
Wednesday
he
ever
remembered
.
He
pulled
open
the
door
with
a
jerk
,
and
they
all
fell
in
,
one
on
top
of
the
other
.
More
dwarves
,
four
more
!
And
there
was
Gandalf
behind
,
leaning
on
his
staff
and
laughing
.
He
had
made
quite
a
dent
on
the
beautiful
door
;
he
had
also
,
by
the
way
,
knocked
out
the
secret
mark
that
he
had
put
there
the
morning
before
.
"
Carefully
!
Carefully
!
"
he
said
.
"
It
is
not
like
you
,
Bilbo
,
to
keep
friends
waiting
on
the
mat
,
and
then
open
the
door
like
a
pop-gun
!
Let
me
introduce
Bifur
,
Bofur
,
Bombur
,
and
especially
Thorin
!
"
"
At
your
service
!
"
said
Bifur
,
Bofur
,
and
Bombur
standing
in
a
row
.
Then
they
hung
up
two
yellow
hoods
and
a
pale
green
one
;
and
also
a
sky-blue
one
with
a
long
silver
tassel
.
This
last
belonged
to
Thorin
,
an
enormously
important
dwarf
,
in
fact
no
other
than
the
great
Thorin
Oakenshield
himself
,
who
was
not
at
all
pleased
at
falling
flat
on
Bilbo
's
mat
with
Bifur
,
Bofur
,
and
Bombur
on
top
of
him
.
For
one
thing
Bombur
was
immensely
fat
and
heavy
.
Thorin
indeed
was
very
haughty
,
and
said
nothing
about
service
;
but
poor
Mr.
Baggins
said
he
was
sorry
so
many
times
,
that
at
last
he
grunted
"
pray
do
n't
mention
it
,
"
and
stopped
frowning
.
"
Now
we
are
all
here
!
"
said
Gandalf
,
looking
at
the
row
of
thirteen
hoods-the
best
detachable
party
hoods-and
his
own
hat
hanging
on
the
pegs
.
"
Quite
a
merry
gathering
!
I
hope
there
is
something
left
for
the
late-comers
to
eat
and
drink
!
What
's
that
?
Tea
!
No
thank
you
!
A
little
red
wine
,
I
think
,
for
me
.
"
"
And
for
me
,
"
said
Thorin
.
"
And
raspberry
jam
and
apple-tart
,
"
said
Bifur
.
"
And
mince-pies
and
cheese
,
"
said
Bofur
.
"
And
pork-pie
and
salad
,
"
said
Bombur
.
"
And
more
cakes-and
ale-and
coffee
,
if
you
do
n't
mind
,
"
called
the
other
dwarves
through
the
door
.
