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longer
making
for
the
main
forest-road
to
the
south
of
his
land
.
Had
they
followed
the
pass
,
their
path
would
have
led
them
down
the
stream
from
the
mountains
that
joined
the
great
river
miles
south
of
the
Carrock
.
At
that
point
there
was
a
deep
ford
which
they
might
have
passed
,
if
they
had
still
had
their
ponies
,
and
beyond
that
a
track
led
to
the
skirts
of
the
wood
and
to
the
entrance
of
the
old
forest
road
.
But
Beorn
had
warned
them
that
that
way
was
now
often
used
by
the
goblins
,
while
the
forest-road
itself
,
he
bad
heard
,
was
overgrown
and
disused
at
the
eastern
end
and
led
to
impassable
marshes
where
the
paths
had
long
been
lost
.
Its
eastern
opening
had
also
always
been
far
to
the
south
of
the
Lonely
Mountain
,
and
would
have
left
them
still
with
a
long
and
difficult
northward
march
when
they
got
to
the
other
side
.
North
of
the
Carrock
the
edge
of
Mirkwood
drew
closer
to
the
borders
of
the
Great
River
,
and
though
here
the
Mountains
too
drew
down
nearer
,
Beorn
advised
them
to
take
this
way
;
for
at
a
place
a
few
days
'
ride
due
north
of
the
Carrock
was
the
gate
of
a
little-known
pathway
through
Mirkwood
that
led
almost
straight
towards
the
Lonely
Mountain
.
"
The
goblins
,
"
Beorn
had
said
,
"
will
not
dare
to
cross
the
Great
River
for
a
hundred
miles
north
of
the
Carrock
nor
to
come
near
my
house
-
it
is
well
protected
at
night
!
-
but
I
should
ride
fast
;
for
if
they
make
their
raid
soon
they
will
cross
the
river
to
the
south
and
scour
all
the
edge
of
the
forest
so
as
to
cut
you
off
,
and
Wargs
run
swifter
than
ponies
.
Still
you
are
safer
going
north
,
even
though
you
seem
to
be
going
back
nearer
to
their
strongholds
;
for
that
is
what
they
will
least
expect
,
and
they
will
have
the
longer
ride
to
catch
you
.
Be
off
now
as
quick
as
you
may
!
"
That
is
why
they
were
now
riding
in
silence
,
galloping
wherever
the
ground
was
grassy
and
smooth
,
with
the
mountains
dark
on
their
left
,
and
in
the
distance
the
line
of
the
river
with
its
trees
drawing
ever
closer
.
The
sun
had
only
just
turned
west
when
they
started
,
and
till
evening
it
lay
golden
on
the
land
about
them
.
It
was
difficult
to
think
of
pursuing
goblins
behind
,
and
when
they
had
put
many
miles
between
them
and
Beorn
's
house
they
began
to
talk
and
to
sing
again
and
to
forget
the
dark
forest-path
that
lay
in
front
.
But
in
the
evening
when
the
dusk
came
on
and
the
peaks
of
the
mountains
glowered
against
the
sunset
they
made
a
camp
and
set
a
guard
,
and
most
of
them
slept
uneasily
with
dreams
in
which
there
came
the
howl
of
hunting
wolves
and
the
cries
of
goblins
.
Still
the
next
morning
dawned
bright
and
fair
again
.
There
was
an
autumn-like
mist
white
upon
the
ground
and
the
air
was
chill
,
but
soon
the
sun
rose
red
in
the
East
and
the
mists
vanished
,
and
while
the
shadows
were
still
long
they
were
off
again
.
So
they
rode
now
for
two
more
days
,
and
all
the
while
they
saw
nothing
save
grass
and
flowers
and
birds
and
scattered
trees
,
and
occasionally
small
herds
of
red
deer
browsing
or
sitting
at
noon
in
the
shade
.
Sometimes
Bilbo
saw
the
horns
of
the
harts
sticking
up
out
of
the
long
grass
,
and
at
first
he
thought
they
were
the
dead
branches
of
trees
.
That
third
evening
they
were
so
eager
to
press
on
,
for
Beorn
had
said
that
they
should
reach
the
forest-gate
early
on
the
fourth
day
,
that
they
rode
still
forward
after
dusk
and
into
the
night
beneath
the
moon
.
As
the
light
faded
Bilbo
thought
he
saw
away
to
the
right
,
or
to
the
left
,
the
shadowy
form
of
a
great
bear
prowling
along
in
the
same
direction
.
But
if
he
dared
to
mention
it
to
Gandalf
,
the
wizard
only
said
:
"
Hush
!
Take
no
notice
!
"
Next
day
they
started
before
dawn
,
though
their
night
had
been
short
.
As
soon
as
it
was
light
they
could
see
the
forest
coming
as
it
were
to
meet
them
,
or
waiting
for
them
like
a
black
and
frowning
wall
before
them
.
The
land
began
to
slope
up
and
up
,
and
it
seemed
to
the
hobbit
that
a
silence
began
to
draw
in
upon
them
.
Birds
began
to
sing
less
.
There
were
no
more
deer
;
not
even
rabbits
were
to
be
seen
.
By
the
afternoon
they
had
reached
the
eaves
of
Mirkwood
,
and
were
resting
almost
beneath
the
great
overhanging
boughs
of
its
outer
trees
.
Their
trunks
were
huge
and
gnarled
,
their
branches
twisted
,
their
leaves
were
dark
and
long
.
Ivy
grew
on
them
and
trailed
along
the
ground
.
"
Well
,
here
is
Mirkwood
!
"
said
Gandalf
.
"
The
greatest
of
the
forests
of
the
Northern
world
.
I
hope
you
like
the
look
of
it
.
Now
you
must
send
back
these
excellent
ponies
you
have
borrowed
.
"
The
dwarves
were
inclined
to
grumble
at
this
,
but
the
wizard
told
them
they
were
fools
.
"
Beorn
is
not
as
far
off
as
you
seem
to
think
,
and
you
had
better
keep
your
promises
anyway
,
for
he
is
a
bad
enemy
.
Mr.
Baggins
'
eyes
are
sharper
than
yours
,
if
you
have
not
seen
each
night
after
dark
a
great
bear
going
along
with
us
or
sitting
far
of
in
the
moon
watching
our
camps
.
Not
only
to
guard
you
and
guide
you
,
but
to
keep
an
eye
on
the
ponies
too
.
Beorn
may
be
your
friend
,
but
he
loves
his
animals
as
his
children
.
You
do
not
guess
what
kindness
he
has
shown
you
in
letting
dwarves
ride
them
so
far
and
so
fast
,
nor
what
would
happen
to
you
,
if
you
tried
to
take
them
into
the
forest
.
"
"
What
about
the
horse
,
then
?
"
said
Thorin
.
"
You
do
n't
mention
sending
that
back
.
"
"
I
do
n't
,
because
I
am
not
sending
it
.
"
"
What
about
your
promise
then
?
"
"
I
will
look
after
that
.
I
am
not
sending
the
horse
back
,
I
am
riding
it
!
"
