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"
There
are
n't
any
oars
.
How
are
you
going
to
push
the
boat
back
to
the
far
bank
?
"
asked
the
hobbit
.
"
Give
me
another
length
of
rope
and
another
hook
,
"
said
Fili
,
and
when
they
had
got
it
ready
,
he
cast
into
the
darkness
ahead
and
as
high
as
he
could
throw
it
.
Since
it
did
not
fall
down
again
,
they
saw
that
it
must
have
stuck
in
the
branches
.
"
Get
in
now
,
"
said
Fili
,
"
and
one
of
you
haul
on
the
rope
that
is
stuck
in
a
tree
on
the
other
side
.
One
of
the
others
must
keep
hold
of
the
hook
we
used
at
first
,
and
when
we
are
safe
on
the
other
side
he
can
hook
it
on
,
and
you
can
draw
the
boat
back
.
"
In
this
way
they
were
all
soon
on
the
far
bank
safe
across
the
enchanted
stream
.
Dwalin
had
just
scrambled
out
with
the
coiled
rope
on
his
arm
,
and
Bombur
(
still
grumbling
)
was
getting
ready
to
follow
,
when
something
bad
did
happen
.
There
was
a
flying
sound
of
hooves
on
the
path
ahead
.
Out
of
the
gloom
came
suddenly
the
shape
of
a
flying
deer
.
It
charged
into
the
dwarves
and
bowled
them
over
,
then
gathered
itself
for
a
leap
.
High
it
sprang
and
cleared
the
water
with
a
mighty
jump
.
But
it
did
not
reach
the
other
side
in
safety
.
Thorin
was
the
only
one
who
had
kept
his
feet
and
his
wits
.
As
soon
as
they
had
landed
he
had
bent
his
bow
and
fitted
an
arrow
in
case
any
hidden
guardian
of
the
boat
appeared
.
Now
he
sent
a
swift
and
sure
shot
into
the
leaping
beast
.
As
it
reached
the
further
bank
it
stumbled
.
The
shadows
swallowed
it
up
,
but
they
heard
the
sound
of
hooves
quickly
falter
and
then
go
still
.
Before
they
could
shout
in
praise
of
the
shot
,
however
,
a
dreadful
wail
from
Bilbo
put
all
thoughts
of
venison
out
of
their
minds
.
"
Bombur
has
fallen
in
!
Bombur
is
drowning
!
"
he
cried
.
It
was
only
too
true
.
Bombur
had
only
one
foot
on
the
land
when
the
hart
bore
down
on
him
,
and
sprang
over
him
.
He
had
stumbled
,
thrusting
the
boat
away
from
the
bank
,
and
then
toppled
back
into
the
dark
water
,
his
hands
slipping
off
the
slimy
roots
at
the
edge
,
while
the
boat
span
slowly
off
and
disappeared
.
They
could
still
see
his
hood
above
the
water
when
they
ran
to
the
bank
.
Quickly
they
flung
a
rope
with
a
hook
towards
him
.
His
hand
caught
it
,
and
hey
pulled
him
to
the
shore
.
He
was
drenched
from
hair
to
boots
,
of
course
,
but
that
was
not
the
worst
.
When
they
laid
him
on
the
bank
he
was
already
fast
asleep
,
with
one
hand
clutching
the
rope
so
tight
that
they
could
not
get
it
from
his
grasp
;
and
fast
asleep
he
remained
in
spite
of
all
they
could
do
.
They
were
still
standing
over
him
,
cursing
their
ill
luck
,
and
Bombur
's
clumsiness
,
and
lamenting
the
loss
of
the
boat
which
made
it
impossible
for
them
to
go
back
and
look
for
the
hart
,
when
they
became
aware
of
the
dim
blowing
of
horns
in
the
wood
and
the
sound
as
of
dogs
baying
far
off
.
Then
they
all
fell
silent
;
and
as
they
sat
it
seemed
they
could
hear
the
noise
of
a
great
hunt
going
by
to
the
north
of
the
path
,
though
they
saw
no
sign
of
it
.
There
they
sat
for
a
long
while
and
did
not
dare
to
make
a
move
.
Bombur
slept
on
with
a
smile
on
his
fat
face
,
as
if
he
no
longer
cared
for
all
the
troubles
that
vexed
them
.
Suddenly
on
the
path
ahead
appeared
some
white
deer
,
a
hind
and
fawns
as
snowy
white
as
the
hart
had
been
dark
.
They
glimmered
in
the
shadows
.
Before
Thorin
could
cry
out
three
of
the
dwarves
had
leaped
to
their
feet
and
loosed
off
arrows
from
their
bows
.
None
seemed
to
find
their
mark
.
The
deer
turned
and
vanished
in
the
trees
as
silently
as
they
had
come
,
and
in
vain
the
dwarves
shot
their
arrows
after
them
.
"
Stop
!
stop
!
"
shouted
Thorin
;
but
it
was
too
late
,
the
excited
dwarves
had
wasted
their
last
arrows
,
and
now
the
bows
that
Beorn
had
given
them
were
useless
.
They
were
a
gloomy
party
that
night
,
and
the
gloom
gathered
still
deeper
on
them
in
the
following
days
.
They
had
crossed
the
enchanted
stream
;
but
beyond
it
the
path
seemed
to
straggle
on
just
as
before
,
and
in
the
forest
they
could
see
no
change
.
Yet
if
they
had
known
more
about
it
and
considered
the
meaning
of
the
hunt
and
the
white
deer
that
had
appeared
upon
their
path
,
they
would
have
known
that
they
were
at
last
drawing
towards
the
eastern
edge
,
and
would
soon
have
come
,
if
they
could
have
kept
up
their
courage
and
their
hope
,
to
thinner
trees
and
places
where
the
sunlight
came
again
.
But
they
did
not
know
this
,
and
they
were
burdened
with
the
heavy
body
of
Bombur
,
which
they
had
to
carry
along
with
them
as
best
they
could
,
taking
the
wearisome
task
in
turns
of
four
each
while
the
others
shared
their
packs
.
If
these
had
not
become
all
too
light
in
the
last
few
days
,
they
would
never
have
managed
it
;
but
a
slumbering
and
smiling
Bombur
was
a
poor
exchange
for
packs
filled
with
food
however
heavy
.
In
a
few
days
a
time
came
when
there
was
practically
nothing
left
to
eat
or
to
drink
.
Nothing
wholesome
could
they
see
growing
in
the
woods
,
only
funguses
and
herbs
with
pale
leaves
and
unpleasant
smell
.
