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A
woodland
king
was
there
with
a
crown
of
leaves
,
and
there
was
a
merry
singing
,
and
I
could
not
count
or
describe
the
things
there
were
to
eat
and
drink
.
"
"
You
need
not
try
,
"
said
Thorin
.
"
In
fact
if
you
ca
n't
talk
about
something
else
,
you
had
better
be
silent
.
We
are
quite
annoyed
enough
with
you
as
it
is
.
If
you
had
n't
waked
up
,
we
should
have
left
you
to
your
idiotic
dreams
in
the
forest
;
you
are
no
joke
to
carry
even
after
weeks
of
short
commons
.
"
There
was
nothing
now
to
be
done
but
to
tighten
the
belts
round
their
empty
stomachs
,
and
hoist
their
empty
sacks
and
packs
,
and
trudge
along
the
track
without
any
great
hope
of
ever
getting
to
the
end
before
they
lay
down
and
died
of
starvation
.
This
they
did
all
that
day
,
going
very
slowly
and
wearily
,
while
Bombur
kept
on
wailing
that
his
legs
would
not
carry
him
and
that
he
wanted
to
lie
down
and
sleep
.
"
No
you
do
n't
!
"
they
said
.
"
Let
your
legs
take
their
share
,
we
have
carried
you
far
enough
.
"
All
the
same
he
suddenly
refused
to
go
a
step
further
and
flung
himself
on
the
ground
.
"
Go
on
,
if
you
must
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
'm
just
going
to
lie
here
and
sleep
and
dream
of
food
,
if
I
ca
n't
get
it
any
other
way
.
I
hope
I
never
wake
up
again
.
"
At
that
very
moment
Balin
,
who
was
a
little
way
ahead
,
called
out
:
"
What
was
that
?
I
thought
I
saw
a
twinkle
of
light
in
the
forest
.
"
They
all
looked
,
and
a
longish
way
off
,
it
seemed
,
they
saw
a
red
twinkle
in
the
dark
;
then
another
and
another
sprang
out
beside
it
.
Even
Bombur
got
up
,
and
they
hurried
along
then
,
not
caring
if
it
was
trolls
or
goblins
.
The
light
was
in
front
of
them
and
to
the
left
of
the
path
,
and
when
at
last
they
had
drawn
level
with
it
,
it
seemed
plain
that
torches
and
fires
were
burning
under
the
trees
,
but
a
good
way
off
their
track
.
"
It
looks
as
if
my
dreams
were
coming
true
,
"
gasped
Bombur
puffing
up
behind
.
He
wanted
to
rush
straight
off
into
the
wood
after
the
lights
.
But
the
others
remembered
only
too
well
the
warnings
of
the
wizard
and
of
Beorn
.
"
A
feast
would
be
no
good
,
if
we
never
got
back
alive
from
it
,
"
said
Thorin
.
"
But
without
a
feast
we
sha
n't
remain
alive
much
longer
anyway
,
"
said
Bombur
,
and
Bilbo
heartily
agreed
with
him
.
They
argued
about
it
backwards
and
forwards
for
a
long
while
,
until
they
agreed
at
length
to
send
out
a
couple
of
spies
,
to
creep
near
the
lights
and
find
out
more
about
them
.
But
then
they
could
not
agree
on
who
was
to
be
sent
:
no
one
seemed
anxious
to
run
the
chance
of
being
lost
and
never
finding
his
friends
again
.
In
the
end
,
in
spite
of
warnings
,
hunger
decided
them
,
because
Bombur
kept
on
describing
all
the
good
things
that
were
being
eaten
,
according
to
his
dream
,
in
the
woodland
feast
;
so
they
all
left
the
path
and
plunged
into
the
forest
together
.
After
a
good
deal
of
creeping
and
crawling
they
peered
round
the
trunks
and
looked
into
a
clearing
where
some
trees
had
been
felled
and
the
ground
levelled
.
There
were
many
people
there
,
elvish-looking
folk
,
all
dressed
in
green
and
brown
and
sitting
on
sawn
rings
of
the
felled
trees
in
a
great
circle
.
There
was
a
fire
in
their
midst
and
there
were
torches
fastened
to
some
of
the
trees
round
about
;
but
most
splendid
sight
of
all
:
they
were
eating
and
drinking
and
laughing
merrily
.
The
smell
of
the
roast
meats
was
so
enchanting
that
,
without
waiting
to
consult
one
another
,
every
one
of
them
got
up
and
scrambled
forwards
into
the
ring
with
the
one
idea
of
begging
for
some
food
.
No
sooner
had
the
first
stepped
into
the
clearing
than
all
the
lights
went
out
as
if
by
magic
.
Somebody
kicked
the
fire
and
it
went
up
in
rockets
of
glittering
sparks
and
vanished
.
They
were
lost
in
a
completely
lightless
dark
and
they
could
not
even
find
one
another
,
not
for
a
long
time
at
any
rate
.
After
blundering
frantically
in
the
gloom
,
falling
over
logs
,
bumping
crash
into
trees
,
and
shouting
and
calling
till
they
must
have
waked
everything
in
the
forest
for
miles
,
at
last
they
managed
to
gather
themselves
in
a
bundle
and
count
themselves
by
touch
.
By
that
time
they
had
,
of
course
,
quite
forgotten
in
what
direction
the
path
lay
,
and
they
were
all
hopelessly
lost
,
at
least
till
morning
.
