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The
lost
path
!
No
other
idea
would
come
into
Bilbo
's
tired
head
.
He
just
sat
staring
in
front
of
him
at
the
endless
trees
;
and
after
a
while
they
all
fell
silent
again
.
All
except
Balin
.
Long
after
the
others
had
stopped
talking
and
shut
their
eyes
,
he
kept
on
muttering
and
chuckling
to
himself
.
"
Gollum
!
Well
I
'm
blest
!
So
that
's
how
he
sneaked
past
me
is
it
?
Now
I
know
!
Just
crept
quietly
along
did
you
,
Mr.
Baggins
?
Buttons
all
over
the
doorstep
?
Good
old
Bilbo-Bilbo-Bilbo-bo-bo-bo
-
"
And
then
he
fell
asleep
,
and
there
was
complete
silence
for
a
long
time
.
All
of
a
sudden
Dwalin
opened
an
eye
,
and
looked
round
at
them
.
"
Where
is
Thorin
?
"
he
asked
.
It
was
a
terrible
shock
.
Of
course
there
were
only
thirteen
of
them
,
twelve
dwarves
and
the
hobbit
.
Where
indeed
was
Thorin
?
They
wondered
what
evil
fate
had
befallen
him
,
magic
or
dark
monsters
;
and
shuddered
as
they
lay
lost
in
the
forest
.
There
they
dropped
off
one
by
one
into
uncomfortable
sleep
full
of
horrible
dreams
,
as
evening
wore
to
black
night
;
and
there
we
must
leave
them
for
the
present
,
too
sick
and
weary
to
set
guards
or
take
turns
watching
.
Thorin
had
been
caught
much
faster
than
they
had
.
You
remember
Bilbo
falling
like
a
log
into
sleep
,
as
he
stepped
into
a
circle
of
light
?
The
next
time
it
had
been
Thorin
who
stepped
forward
,
and
as
the
lights
went
out
he
fell
like
a
stone
enchanted
.
All
the
noise
of
the
dwarves
lost
in
the
night
,
their
cries
as
the
spiders
caught
them
and
bound
them
,
and
all
the
sounds
of
the
battle
next
day
,
had
passed
over
him
unheard
.
Then
the
Wood-elves
had
come
to
him
,
and
bound
him
,
and
carried
him
away
.
The
feasting
people
were
Wood-elves
,
of
course
.
These
are
not
wicked
folk
.
If
they
have
a
fault
it
is
distrust
of
strangers
.
Though
their
magic
was
strong
,
even
in
those
days
they
were
wary
.
They
differed
from
the
High
Elves
of
the
West
,
and
were
more
dangerous
and
less
wise
.
For
most
of
them
(
together
with
their
scattered
relations
in
the
hills
and
mountains
)
were
descended
from
the
ancient
tribes
that
never
went
to
Faerie
in
the
West
.
There
the
Light-elves
and
the
Deep-elves
and
the
Sea-elves
went
and
lived
for
ages
,
and
grew
fairer
and
wiser
and
more
learned
,
and
invented
their
magic
and
their
cunning
craft
,
in
the
making
of
beautiful
and
marvellous
things
,
before
some
came
back
into
the
Wide
World
.
In
the
Wide
World
the
Wood-elves
lingered
in
the
twilight
of
our
Sun
and
Moon
but
loved
best
the
stars
;
and
they
wandered
in
the
great
forests
that
grew
tall
in
lands
that
are
now
lost
.
They
dwelt
most
often
by
the
edges
of
the
woods
,
from
which
they
could
escape
at
times
to
hunt
,
or
to
ride
and
run
over
the
open
lands
by
moonlight
or
starlight
;
and
after
the
coming
of
Men
they
took
ever
more
and
more
to
the
gloaming
and
the
dusk
.
Still
elves
they
were
and
remain
,
and
that
is
Good
People
.
In
a
great
cave
some
miles
within
the
edge
of
Mirkwood
on
its
eastern
side
there
lived
at
this
time
their
greatest
king
.
Before
his
huge
doors
of
stone
a
river
ran
out
of
the
heights
of
the
forest
and
flowed
on
and
out
into
the
marshes
at
the
feet
of
the
high
wooded
lands
.
This
great
cave
,
from
which
countless
smaller
ones
opened
out
on
every
side
,
wound
far
underground
and
had
many
passages
and
wide
halls
;
but
it
was
lighter
and
more
wholesome
than
any
goblin-dwelling
,
and
neither
so
deep
nor
so
dangerous
.
In
fact
the
subjects
of
the
king
mostly
lived
and
hunted
in
the
open
woods
,
and
had
houses
or
huts
on
the
ground
and
in
the
branches
.
The
beeches
were
their
favourite
trees
.
The
king
's
cave
was
his
palace
,
and
the
strong
place
of
his
treasure
,
and
the
fortress
of
his
people
against
their
enemies
.
It
was
also
the
dungeon
of
his
prisoners
.
So
to
the
cave
they
dragged
Thorin-not
too
gently
,
for
they
did
not
love
dwarves
,
and
thought
he
was
an
enemy
.
In
ancient
days
they
had
had
wars
with
some
of
the
dwarves
,
whom
they
accused
of
stealing
their
treasure
.
It
is
only
fair
to
say
that
the
dwarves
gave
a
different
account
,
and
said
that
they
only
took
what
was
their
due
,
for
the
elf-king
had
bar
-
gained
with
them
to
shape
his
raw
gold
and
silver
,
and
had
afterwards
refused
to
give
them
their
pay
.
If
the
elf-king
had
a
weakness
it
was
for
treasure
,
especially
for
silver
and
white
gems
;
and
though
his
hoard
was
rich
,
he
was
ever
eager
for
more
,
since
he
had
not
yet
as
great
a
treasure
as
other
elf-lords
of
old
.
His
people
neither
mined
nor
worked
metals
or
jewels
,
nor
did
they
bother
much
with
trade
or
with
tilling
the
earth
.
All
this
was
well
known
to
every
dwarf
,
though
Thorin
's
family
had
had
nothing
to
do
with
the
old
quarrel
I
have
spoken
of
.
Consequently
Thorin
was
angry
at
their
treatment
of
him
,
when
they
took
their
spell
off
him
and
he
came
to
his
senses
;
and
also
he
was
determined
that
no
word
of
gold
or
jewels
should
be
dragged
out
of
him
.
The
king
looked
sternly
on
Thorin
,
when
he
was
brought
before
him
,
and
asked
him
many
questions
.
But
Thorin
would
only
say
that
he
was
starving
.
"
Why
did
you
and
your
folk
three
times
try
to
attack
my
people
at
their
merrymaking
?
"
asked
the
king
.
"
We
did
not
attack
them
,
"
answered
Thorin
;
"
we
came
to
beg
,
because
we
were
starving
.
"
