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Dead
silence
fell
in
the
middle
of
a
word
.
Out
went
all
light
.
The
fires
leaped
up
in
black
smokes
.
Ashes
and
cinders
were
in
the
eyes
of
the
dwarves
,
and
the
wood
was
filled
again
with
their
clamour
and
their
cries
.
Bilbo
found
himself
running
round
and
round
(
as
he
thought
)
and
calling
and
calling
:
"
Dori
,
Nori
,
Ori
,
Oin
,
Gloin
,
Fili
,
Kili
,
Bombur
,
Bifur
,
Bofur
,
Dwalin
,
Balin
,
Thorin
Oakenshield
,
"
while
people
he
could
not
see
or
feel
were
doing
the
same
all
round
him
(
with
an
occasional
"
Bilbo
!
"
thrown
in
)
.
But
the
cries
of
the
others
got
steadily
further
and
fainter
,
and
though
after
a
while
it
seemed
to
him
they
changed
to
yells
and
cries
for
help
in
the
far
distance
,
all
noise
at
last
died
right
away
,
and
he
was
left
alone
in
complete
silence
and
darkness
.
That
was
one
of
his
most
miserable
moments
.
But
he
soon
made
up
his
mind
that
it
was
no
good
trying
to
do
anything
till
day
came
with
some
little
light
,
and
quite
useless
to
go
blundering
about
tiring
himself
out
with
no
hope
of
any
breakfast
to
revive
him
.
So
he
sat
himself
down
with
his
back
to
a
tree
,
and
not
for
the
last
time
fell
to
thinking
of
his
far-distant
hobbit-hole
with
its
beautiful
pantries
.
He
was
deep
in
thoughts
of
bacon
and
eggs
and
toast
and
butter
when
he
felt
something
touch
him
.
Something
like
a
strong
sticky
string
was
against
his
left
hand
,
and
when
he
tried
to
move
he
found
that
his
legs
were
already
wrapped
in
the
same
stuff
,
so
that
when
he
got
up
he
fell
over
.
Then
the
great
spider
,
who
had
been
busy
tying
him
up
while
he
dozed
,
came
from
behind
him
and
came
at
him
.
He
could
only
see
the
things
's
eyes
,
but
he
could
feel
its
hairy
legs
as
it
struggled
to
wind
its
abominable
threads
round
and
round
him
.
It
was
lucky
that
he
had
come
to
his
senses
in
time
.
Soon
he
would
not
have
been
able
to
move
at
all
.
As
it
was
,
he
had
a
desperate
fight
before
he
got
free
.
He
beat
the
creature
off
with
his
hands-it
was
trying
to
poison
him
to
keep
him
quiet
,
as
small
spiders
do
to
flies-until
he
remembered
his
sword
and
drew
it
out
.
Then
the
spider
jumped
back
,
and
he
had
time
to
cut
his
legs
loose
.
After
that
it
was
his
turn
to
attack
.
The
spider
evidently
was
not
used
to
things
that
carried
such
stings
at
their
sides
,
or
it
would
have
hurried
away
quicker
.
Bilbo
came
at
it
before
it
could
disappear
and
struck
it
with
his
sword
right
in
the
eyes
.
Then
it
went
mad
and
leaped
and
danced
and
flung
out
its
legs
in
horrible
jerks
,
until
he
killed
it
with
another
stroke
;
and
then
he
fell
down
and
remembered
nothing
more
for
a
long
while
.
There
was
the
usual
dim
grey
light
of
the
forest-day
about
him
when
he
came
to
his
senses
.
The
spider
lay
dead
beside
him
,
and
his
sword-blade
was
stained
black
.
Somehow
the
killing
of
the
giant
spider
,
all
alone
by
himself
in
the
dark
without
the
help
of
the
wizard
or
the
dwarves
or
of
anyone
else
,
made
a
great
difference
to
Mr.
Baggins
.
He
felt
a
different
person
,
and
much
fiercer
and
bolder
in
spite
of
an
empty
stomach
,
as
he
wiped
his
sword
on
the
grass
and
put
it
back
into
its
sheath
.
"
I
will
give
you
a
name
,
"
he
said
to
it
,
"
and
I
shall
call
you
Sting
.
"
After
that
he
set
out
to
explore
.
The
forest
was
grim
and
silent
,
but
obviously
he
had
first
of
all
to
look
for
his
friends
,
who
were
not
likely
to
be
very
far
off
,
unless
they
had
been
made
prisoners
by
the
elves
(
or
worse
things
)
.
Bilbo
felt
that
it
was
unsafe
to
shout
,
and
he
stood
a
long
while
wondering
in
what
direction
the
path
lay
,
and
in
what
direction
he
should
go
first
to
look
for
the
dwarves
.
"
O
!
why
did
we
not
remember
Beorn
's
advice
,
and
Gandalf
's
!
"
he
lamented
.
"
What
a
mess
we
are
in
now
!
We
!
I
only
wish
it
was
we
:
it
is
horrible
being
all
alone
.
"
In
the
end
he
made
as
good
a
guess
as
he
could
at
the
direction
from
which
the
cries
for
help
had
come
in
the
night
-
and
by
luck
(
he
was
born
with
a
good
share
of
it
)
be
guessed
more
or
less
right
,
as
you
will
see
.
Having
made
up
his
mind
he
crept
along
as
cleverly
as
he
could
.
Hobbits
are
clever
at
quietness
,
especially
in
woods
,
as
1
.
have
already
told
you
;
also
Bilbo
had
slipped
on
his
ring
before
he
started
.
That
is
why
the
spiders
neither
saw
nor
heard
him
coming
.
He
had
picked
his
way
stealthily
'
for
some
distance
,
when
he
noticed
a
place
of
dense
black
shadow
ahead
of
him
black
even
for
that
forest
,
like
a
patch
of
midnight
that
had
never
been
cleared
away
.
As
he
drew
nearer
,
he
saw
that
it
was
made
by
spider-webs
one
behind
and
over
and
tangled
with
another
.
