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Kili
and
Fili
rushed
for
their
bags
and
brought
back
little
fiddles
;
Dori
,
Nori
,
and
Ori
brought
out
flutes
from
somewhere
inside
their
coats
;
Bombur
produced
a
drum
from
the
hall
;
Bifur
and
Bofur
went
out
too
,
and
came
back
with
clarinets
that
they
had
left
among
the
walking-sticks
Dwalin
and
Balin
said
:
"
Excuse
me
,
I
left
mine
in
the
porch
!
"
"
Just
bring
mine
in
with
you
,
"
said
Thorin
.
They
came
back
with
viols
as
big
as
themselves
,
and
with
Thorin
's
harp
wrapped
in
a
green
cloth
.
It
was
a
beautiful
gold-en
harp
,
and
when
Thorin
struck
it
the
music
began
all
at
once
,
so
sudden
and
sweet
that
Bilbo
forgot
everything
else
,
and
was
swept
away
into
dark
lands
under
strange
moons
,
far
over
The
Water
and
very
far
from
his
hobbit-hole
under
The
Hill
.
The
dark
came
into
the
room
from
the
little
window
that
opened
in
the
side
of
The
Hill
;
the
firelight
flickered
-
it
was
April
-
and
still
they
played
on
,
while
the
shadow
of
Gandalf
's
beard
wagged
against
the
wall
.
The
dark
filled
all
the
room
,
and
the
fire
died
down
,
and
the
shadows
were
lost
,
and
still
they
played
on
.
And
suddenly
first
one
and
then
another
began
to
sing
as
they
played
,
deep-throated
singing
of
the
dwarves
in
the
deep
places
of
their
ancient
homes
;
and
this
is
like
a
fragment
of
their
song
,
if
it
can
be
like
their
song
without
their
music
.
"
Far
over
the
misty
mountains
cold
To
dungeons
deep
and
caverns
old
We
must
away
ere
break
of
day
To
seek
the
pale
enchanted
gold
.
The
dwarves
of
yore
made
mighty
spells
,
