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"
Where
are
your
friends
now
,
and
what
are
they
doing
?
"
"
I
do
n't
know
,
but
I
expect
starving
in
the
forest
.
"
"
What
were
you
doing
in
the
forest
?
"
"
Looking
for
food
and
drink
,
because
we
were
starving
.
"
"
But
what
brought
you
into
the
forest
at
all
?
"
asked
the
king
angrily
.
At
that
Thorin
shut
his
mouth
and
would
not
say
another
word
.
"
Very
well
!
"
said
the
king
.
"
Take
him
away
and
keep
him
safe
,
until
he
feels
inclined
to
tell
the
truth
,
even
if
he
waits
a
hundred
years
.
'
"
Then
the
elves
put
thongs
on
him
,
and
shut
him
in
one
of
the
inmost
caves
with
strong
wooden
doors
,
and
left
him
.
They
gave
him
food
and
drink
,
plenty
of
both
,
if
not
very
fine
;
for
Wood-elves
were
not
goblins
,
and
were
reasonably
well-behaved
even
to
their
worst
enemies
,
when
they
captured
them
.
The
giant
spiders
were
the
only
living
things
that
they
had
no
mercy
upon
.
There
in
the
king
's
dungeon
poor
Thorin
lay
;
and
after
he
had
got
over
his
thankfulness
for
bread
and
meat
and
water
,
he
began
to
wonder
what
had
become
of
his
unfortunate
friends
.
It
was
not
very
long
before
he
discovered
;
but
that
belongs
to
the
next
chapter
and
the
beginning
of
another
adventure
in
which
the
hobbit
again
showed
his
usefulness
.
The
day
after
the
battle
with
the
spiders
Bilbo
and
the
dwarves
made
one
last
despairing
effort
to
find
a
way
out
before
they
died
of
hunger
and
thirst
.
They
got
up
and
staggered
on
in
the
direction
which
eight
out
of
the
thirteen
of
them
guessed
to
be
the
one
in
which
the
path
lay
;
but
they
never
found
out
if
they
were
right
.
Such
day
as
there
ever
was
in
the
forest
was
fading
once
more
into
the
blackness
of
night
,
when
suddenly
out
sprang
the
light
of
many
torches
all
round
them
,
like
hundreds
of
red
stars
.
Out
leaped
Wood-elves
with
their
bows
and
spears
and
called
the
dwarves
to
halt
.
There
was
no
thought
of
a
fight
.
Even
if
the
dwarves
had
not
been
in
such
a
state
that
they
were
actually
glad
to
be
captured
,
their
small
knives
,
the
only
weapons
they
had
,
would
have
been
of
no
use
against
the
arrows
of
the
elves
that
could
hit
a
bird
's
eye
in
the
dark
.
So
they
simply
stopped
dead
and
sat
down
and
waited-all
except
Bilbo
,
who
popped
on
his
ring
and
slipped
quickly
to
one
side
.
That
is
why
,
when
the
elves
bound
the
dwarves
in
a
long
line
,
one
behind
the
other
,
and
counted
them
,
they
never
found
or
counted
the
hobbit
.
Nor
did
they
hear
or
feel
him
trotting
along
well
behind
their
torch-light
as
they
led
off
their
prisoners
into
the
forest
.
Each
dwarf
was
blindfold
,
but
that
did
not
make
much
difference
,
for
even
Bilbo
with
the
use
of
his
eyes
could
not
see
where
they
were
going
,
and
neither
he
nor
the
others
knew
where
they
had
started
from
anyway
.
Bilbo
had
all
he
could
do
to
keep
up
with
the
torches
,
for
the
elves
were
making
the
dwarves
go
as
fast
as
ever
they
could
,
sick
and
weary
as
they
were
.
The
king
had
ordered
them
to
make
haste
.
Suddenly
the
torches
stopped
,
and
the
hobbit
had
just
time
to
catch
them
up
before
they
began
to
cross
the
bridge
.
This
was
the
bridge
that
led
across
the
river
to
the
king
's
doors
.
The
water
flowed
dark
and
swift
and
strong
beneath
;
and
at
the
far
end
were
gates
before
the
mouth
of
a
huge
cave
that
ran
into
the
side
of
a
steep
slope
covered
with
trees
.
There
the
great
beeches
came
right
down
to
the
bank
,
till
their
feet
were
in
the
stream
.
Across
this
bridge
the
elves
thrust
their
prisoners
,
but
Bilbo
hesitated
in
the
rear
.
He
did
not
at
all
like
the
look
of
the
cavern-mouth
and
he
only
made
up
his
mind
not
to
desert
his
friends
just
in
time
to
scuttle
over
at
the
heels
of
the
fast
elves
,
before
the
great
gates
of
the
king
closed
behind
them
with
a
clang
.
Inside
the
passages
were
lit
with
red
torch-light
,
and
the
elf-guards
sang
as
they
marched
along
the
twisting
,
crossing
,
and
echoing
paths
.
These
were
not
like
those
of
the
goblin-cities
:
they
were
smaller
,
less
deep
underground
,
and
filled
with
a
cleaner
air
.
In
a
great
hall
with
pillars
hewn
out
of
the
living
stone
sat
the
Elvenking
on
a
chair
of
carven
wood
.
On
his
head
was
a
crown
of
berries
and
red
leaves
,
for
the
autumn
was
come
again
.
In
the
spring
he
wore
a
crown
of
woodland
flowers
.
In
his
hand
he
held
a
carven
staff
of
oak
.
The
prisoners
were
brought
before
him
;
and
though
he
looked
grimly
at
them
,
he
told
his
men
to
unbind
them
,
for
they
were
ragged
and
weary
.
"
Besides
they
need
no
ropes
in
here
,
"
said
he
.
"
There
is
no
escape
from
my
magic
doors
for
those
who
are
once
brought
inside
.
"
