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"
Must
we
go
any
further
?
"
asked
Bilbo
,
when
it
was
so
dark
that
he
could
only
just
see
Thorin
's
beard
wagging
beside
him
,
and
so
quiet
that
he
could
hear
the
dwarves
'
breathing
like
a
loud
noise
.
"
My
toes
are
all
bruised
and
bent
,
and
my
legs
ache
,
and
my
stomach
is
wagging
like
an
empty
sack
.
"
"
A
bit
further
,
"
said
Gandalf
.
After
what
seemed
ages
further
they
came
suddenly
to
an
opening
where
no
trees
grew
.
The
moon
was
up
and
was
shining
into
the
clearing
.
Somehow
it
struck
all
of
them
as
not
at
all
a
nice
place
,
although
there
was
nothing
wrong
to
see
.
All
of
a
sudden
they
heard
a
howl
away
down
hill
,
a
long
shuddering
howl
.
It
was
answered
by
another
away
to
the
right
and
a
good
deal
nearer
to
them
,
then
by
another
not
far
away
to
the
left
.
It
was
wolves
howling
at
the
moon
,
wolves
gathering
together
!
There
were
no
wolves
living
near
Mr.
Baggins
'
hole
at
home
,
but
he
knew
that
noise
.
He
had
had
it
described
to
him
often
enough
in
tales
.
One
of
his
elder
cousins
(
on
the
Took
side
)
,
who
had
been
a
great
traveller
,
used
to
imitate
it
to
frighten
him
.
To
hear
it
out
in
the
forest
under
the
moon
was
too
much
for
Bilbo
.
Even
magic
rings
are
not
much
use
against
wolves-especially
against
the
evil
packs
that
lived
under
the
shadow
of
the
goblin-infested
mountains
,
over
the
Edge
of
the
Wild
on
the
borders
of
the
unknown
.
Wolves
of
that
sort
smell
keener
than
goblins
,
and
do
not
need
to
see
you
to
catch
you
!
"
What
shall
we
do
,
what
shall
we
do
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Escaping
goblins
to
be
caught
by
wolves
!
"
he
said
,
and
it
became
a
proverb
,
though
we
now
say
'
out
of
the
frying-pan
into
the
fire
'
in
the
same
sort
of
uncomfortable
situations
.
"
Up
the
trees
quick
!
"
cried
Gandalf
;
and
they
ran
to
the
trees
at
the
edge
of
the
glade
,
hunting
for
those
that
had
branches
fairly
low
,
or
were
slender
enough
to
swarm
up
.
They
found
them
as
quick
as
ever
they
could
,
you
can
guess
;
and
up
they
went
as
high
as
ever
they
could
trust
the
branches
.
You
would
have
laughed
(
from
a
safe
distance
)
,
if
you
had
seen
the
dwarves
sitting
up
in
the
trees
with
their
beards
dangling
down
,
like
old
gentlemen
gone
cracked
and
playing
at
being
boys
.
Fili
and
Kili
were
at
the
top
of
a
tall
larch
like
an
enormous
Christmas
tree
.
Dori
,
Nori
,
On
,
Oin
,
and
Gloin
were
more
comfortable
in
a
huge
pine
with
regular
branches
sticking
out
at
intervals
like
the
spokes
of
a
wheel
.
Bifur
,
Bofur
,
Bombur
,
and
Thorin
were
in
another
.
Dwalin
and
Balin
had
swarmed
up
a
tall
slender
fir
with
few
branches
and
were
trying
to
find
a
place
to
sit
in
the
greenery
of
the
topmost
boughs
.
Gandalf
,
who
was
a
good
deal
taller
than
the
others
,
had
found
a
tree
into
which
they
could
not
climb
,
a
large
pine
standing
at
the
very
edge
of
the
glade
.
He
was
quite
hidden
in
its
boughs
,
but
you
could
see
his
eyes
gleaming
in
the
moon
as
he
peeped
out
.
And
Bilbo
?
He
could
not
get
into
any
tree
,
and
was
scuttling
about
from
trunk
to
trunk
,
like
a
rabbit
that
has
lost
its
hole
and
has
a
dog
after
it
.
"
You
've
left
the
burglar
behind
again
-RCB-
"
said
Nori
to
Dori
looking
down
.
"
I
ca
n't
be
always
carrying
burglars
on
my
back
,
"
said
Dori
,
"
down
tunnels
and
up
trees
!
What
do
you
think
I
am
?
A
porter
?
"
"
He
'll
be
eaten
if
we
do
n't
'd
o
something
,
"
said
Thorin
,
for
there
were
howls
all
around
them
now
,
getting
nearer
and
nearer
.
"
Dori
!
"
he
called
,
for
Dori
was
lowest
down
in
the
easiest
tree
,
"
be
quick
,
and
give
Mr.
Baggins
a
hand
up
!
"
Dori
was
really
a
decent
fellow
in
spite
of
his
grumbling
.
Poor
Bilbo
could
not
reach
his
hand
even
when
he
climbed
down
to
the
bottom
branch
and
hung
his
arm
down
as
far
as
ever
he
could
.
So
Dori
actually
climbed
out
of
the
tree
and
let
Bilbo
scramble
up
and
stand
on
his
back
.
Just
at
that
moment
the
wolves
trotted
howling
into
the
clearing
.
All
of
a
sudden
there
were
hundreds
of
eyes
looking
at
them
.
Still
Dori
did
not
let
Bilbo
down
.
He
waited
till
he
had
clambered
off
his
shoulders
into
the
branches
,
and
then
he
jumped
for
the
branches
himself
.
Only
just
in
time
!
A
wolf
snapped
-
at
his
cloak
as
he
swung
up
,
and
nearly
got
him
.
In
a
minute
there
was
a
whole
pack
of
them
yelping
all
round
the
tree
and
leaping
up
at
the
trunk
,
with
eyes
blazing
and
tongues
hanging
out
.
But
even
the
wild
Wargs
(
for
so
the
evil
wolves
over
the
Edge
of
the
Wild
were
named
)
can
not
climb
trees
.
For
a
time
they
were
safe
.
'
Luckily
it
was
warm
and
not
windy
.
Trees
are
not
very
comfortable
to
sit
in
for
long
at
any
time
;
but
in
the
cold
and
the
wind
,
with
wolves
all
round
below
waiting
for
you
,
they
can
be
perfectly
miserable
places
.
This
glade
in
the
ring
of
trees
was
evidently
a
meeting-place
of
the
wolves
.
More
and
more
kept
coming
in
.
They
left
guards
at
the
foot
of
the
tree
in
which
Dori
and
Bilbo
were
,
and
then
went
sniffling
about
till
they
had
smelt
out
every
tree
that
had
anyone
in
it
.
These
they
guarded
too
,
while
all
the
rest
(
hundreds
and
hundreds
it
seemed
)
went
and
sat
in
a
great
circle
in
the
glade
;
and
in
the
middle
of
the
circle
was
a
great
grey
wolf
.
He
spoke
to
them
in
the
dreadful
language
of
the
Wargs
.
Gandalf
understood
it
.
Bilbo
did
not
,
but
it
sounded
terrible
to
him
,
and
as
if
all
their
talk
was
about
cruel
and
wicked
things
,
as
it
was
.
Every
now
and
then
all
the
Wargs
in
the
circle
would
answer
their
grey
chief
all
together
,
and
their
dreadful
clamour
almost
made
the
hobbit
fall
out
of
his
pine-tree
.
