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"
Never
heard
of
him
,
"
growled
the
man
,
"
And
what
's
this
little
fellow
?
"
he
said
,
stooping
down
to
frown
at
the
hobbit
with
his
bushy
eyebrows
.
"
That
is
Mr.
Baggins
,
a
hobbit
of
good
family
and
unimpeachable
reputation
,
"
said
Gandalf
.
Bilbo
bowed
.
He
had
no
hat
to
take
off
,
and
was
painfully
conscious
of
his
many
missing
buttons
.
"
I
am
a
wizard
,
"
continued
Gandalf
.
"
I
have
heard
of
you
,
if
you
have
not
heard
of
me
;
but
perhaps
you
have
heard
of
my
good
cousin
Radagast
who
lives
near
the
Southern
borders
of
Mirkwood
?
"
"
Yes
;
not
a
bad
fellow
as
wizards
go
,
I
believe
.
I
used
to
see
him
now
and
again
,
"
said
Beorn
.
"
Well
,
now
I
know
who
you
are
,
or
who
you
say
you
are
.
What
do
you
want
?
"
"
To
tell
you
the
truth
,
we
have
lost
our
luggage
and
nearly
lost
our
way
,
and
are
rather
in
need
of
help
,
or
at
least
advice
.
I
may
say
we
have
had
rather
a
bad
time
with
goblins
in
the
mountains
.
"
"
Goblins
?
"
said
the
big
man
less
gruffly
.
"
O
ho
,
so
you
've
been
having
trouble
with
them
have
you
?
What
did
you
go
near
them
for
?
"
"
We
did
not
mean
to
.
They
surprised
us
at
night
in
a
pass
which
we
had
to
cross
,
we
were
coming
out
of
the
Lands
over
West
into
these
countries-it
is
a
long
tale
.
"
"
Then
you
had
better
come
inside
and
tell
me
some
of
it
,
if
it
wo
n't
take
all
day
,
"
said
the
man
leading
the
way
through
a
dark
door
that
opened
out
of
the
courtyard
into
the
house
.
Following
him
they
found
themselves
in
a
wide
hall
with
a
fire-place
in
the
middle
.
Though
it
was
summer
there
was
a
wood-fire
burning
and
the
smoke
was
rising
to
the
blackened
rafters
in
search
of
the
way
out
through
an
opening
in
the
roof
.
They
passed
through
this
dim
hall
,
lit
only
by
the
fire
and
the
hole
above
it
,
and
came
through
another
smaller
door
into
a
sort
of
veranda
propped
on
wooden
posts
made
of
single
tree-trunks
.
It
faced
south
and
was
still
warm
and
filled
with
the
light
of
the
westering
sun
which
slanted
into
it
,
and
fell
golden
on
the
garden
full
of
flowers
that
came
right
up
to
the
steps
.
Here
they
sat
on
wooden
benches
while
Gandalf
began
his
tale
,
and
Bilbo
swung
his
dangling
legs
and
looked
at
the
flowers
in
the
garden
,
wondering
what
their
names
could
be
,
as
he
had
never
seen
half
of
them
before
.
"
I
was
coming
over
the
mountains
with
a
friend
or
two
...
"
said
the
wizard
.
"
Or
two
?
I
can
only
see
one
,
and
a
little
one
at
that
,
"
said
Beorn
.
"
Well
to
tell
you
the
truth
,
I
did
not
like
to
bother
you
with
a
lot
of
us
,
until
I
found
out
if
you
were
busy
.
I
will
give
a
call
,
if
I
may
.
"
"
Go
on
,
call
away
!
"
