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There
was
nothing
for
it
but
to
settle
down
for
the
night
where
they
were
;
they
did
not
even
dare
to
search
on
the
ground
for
scraps
of
food
for
fear
of
becoming
separated
again
.
But
they
had
not
been
lying
long
,
and
Bilbo
was
only
just
getting
drowsy
,
when
Dori
,
whose
turn
it
was
to
watch
first
,
said
in
a
loud
whisper
:
"
The
lights
are
coming
out
again
over
there
,
and
there
are
more
than
ever
of
them
.
"
Up
they
all
jumped
.
There
,
sure
enough
,
not
far
away
were
scores
of
twinkling
lights
,
and
they
heard
the
voices
and
the
laughter
quite
plainly
.
They
crept
slowly
towards
them
,
in
a
single
line
,
each
touching
the
back
of
the
one
in
front
.
When
they
got
near
Thorin
said
:
"
No
rushing
forward
this
time
!
No
one
is
to
stir
from
hiding
till
I
say
.
I
shall
send
Mr.
Baggins
alone
first
to
talk
to
them
.
They
wo
n't
be
frightened
of
him
-
(
'
What
about
me
of
them
?
'
thought
Bilbo
)
-
and
any
way
I
hope
they
wo
n't
do
anything
nasty
to
him
.
"
When
they
got
to
the
edge
of
the
circle
of
lights
they
pushed
Bilbo
suddenly
from
behind
.
Before
he
had
time
to
slip
on
his
ring
,
he
stumbled
forward
into
the
full
blaze
of
the
fire
and
torches
.
It
was
no
good
.
Out
went
all
the
lights
again
and
complete
darkness
fell
.
If
it
had
been
difficult
collecting
themselves
before
,
it
was
far
worse
this
time
.
And
they
simply
could
not
find
the
hobbit
.
Every
time
they
counted
themselves
it
only
made
thirteen
.
They
shouted
and
called
:
"
Bilbo
Baggins
!
Hobbit
!
You
dratted
hobbit
!
Hi
!
hobbit
,
confusticate
you
,
where
are
you
?
"
and
other
things
of
that
sort
,
but
there
was
no
answer
.
They
were
just
giving
up
hope
,
when
Dori
stumbled
across
him
by
sheer
luck
.
In
the
dark
he
fell
over
what
he
thought
was
a
log
,
and
he
found
it
was
the
hobbit
curled
up
fast
asleep
.
It
took
a
deal
of
shaking
to
wake
him
,
and
when
he
was
awake
he
was
not
pleased
at
all
.
"
I
was
having
such
a
lovely
dream
,
"
he
grumbled
,
"
all
about
having
a
most
gorgeous
dinner
.
"
"
Good
heavens
!
he
has
gone
like
Bombur
,
"
they
said
.
"
Do
n't
tell
us
about
dreams
.
Dream-dinners
are
n't
any
good
,
and
we
ca
n't
share
them
.
"
"
They
are
the
best
I
am
likely
to
get
in
this
beastly
place
,
"
he
muttered
,
as
he
lay
down
beside
the
dwarves
and
tried
to
go
back
to
sleep
and
find
his
dream
again
.
But
that
was
not
the
last
of
the
lights
in
the
forest
.
Later
when
the
night
must
have
been
getting
old
,
Kili
who
was
watching
then
,
came
and
roused
them
all
again
,
saying
:
"
There
's
a
regular
blaze
of
light
begun
not
far
away
-
hundreds
of
torches
and
many
fires
must
have
been
lit
suddenly
and
by
magic
.
And
hark
to
the
singing
and
the
harps
!
"
After
lying
and
listening
for
a
while
,
they
found
they
could
not
resist
the
desire
to
go
nearer
and
try
once
more
to
get
help
.
Up
they
got
again
;
and
this
time
the
result
was
disastrous
.
The
feast
that
they
now
saw
was
greater
and
more
magnificent
than
before
;
and
at
the
head
of
a
long
line
of
feasters
sat
a
woodland
king
with
a
crown
of
leaves
upon
his
golden
hair
,
very
much
as
Bombur
had
described
the
figure
in
his
dream
.
The
elvish
folk
were
passing
bowls
from
hand
to
hand
and
across
the
fires
,
and
some
were
harping
and
many
were
singing
.
Their
gloaming
hair
was
twined
with
flowers
;
green
and
white
gems
glinted
on
their
collars
and
their
belts
;
and
their
faces
and
their
songs
were
filled
with
mirth
.
Loud
and
clear
and
fair
were
those
songs
,
and
out
stepped
Thorin
into
their
midst
.
