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But
that
was
no
use
:
probably
all
the
dark
distance
of
Mirkwood
lay
between
them
.
He
sat
and
thought
and
thought
,
until
his
head
nearly
burst
,
but
no
bright
idea
would
come
.
One
invisible
ring
was
a
very
fine
thing
,
but
it
was
not
much
good
among
fourteen
.
But
of
course
,
as
you
have
guessed
,
he
did
rescue
his
friends
in
the
end
,
and
this
is
how
it
happened
.
One
day
,
nosing
and
wandering
about
.
Bilbo
discovered
a
very
interesting
thing
:
the
great
gates
were
not
the
only
entrance
to
the
caves
.
A
stream
flowed
under
part
of
the
lowest
regions
of
the
palace
,
and
joined
the
Forest
River
some
way
further
to
the
east
,
beyond
the
steep
slope
out
of
which
the
main
mouth
opened
.
Where
this
underground
watercourse
came
forth
from
the
hillside
there
was
a
water-gate
.
There
the
rocky
roof
came
down
close
to
the
surface
of
the
stream
,
and
from
it
a
portcullis
could
be
dropped
right
to
the
bed
of
the
river
to
prevent
anyone
coming
in
or
out
that
way
.
But
the
portcullis
was
often
open
,
for
a
good
deal
of
traffic
went
out
and
in
by
the
water-gate
.
If
anyone
had
come
in
that
way
,
he
would
have
found
himself
in
a
dark
rough
tunnel
leading
deep
into
the
heart
of
the
hill
;
but
at
one
point
where
it
passed
under
the
caves
the
roof
had
been
cut
away
and
covered
with
great
oaken
trapdoors
.
These
opened
upwards
into
the
king
's
cellars
.
There
stood
barrels
,
and
barrels
,
and
barrels
;
for
the
Wood-elves
,
and
especially
their
king
,
were
very
fond
of
wine
,
though
no
vines
grew
in
those
parts
.
The
wine
,
and
other
goods
,
were
brought
from
far
away
,
from
their
kinsfolk
in
the
South
,
or
from
the
vineyards
of
Men
in
distant
lands
.
Hiding
behind
one
of
the
largest
barrels
Bilbo
discovered
the
trapdoors
and
their
use
,
and
lurking
there
,
listening
to
the
talk
of
the
king
's
servants
,
he
learned
how
the
wine
and
other
goods
came
up
the
rivers
,
or
over
land
,
to
the
Long
Lake
.
It
seemed
a
town
of
Men
still
throve
there
,
built
out
on
bridges
far
into
the
water
as
a
protection
against
enemies
of
all
sorts
,
and
especially
against
the
dragon
of
the
Mountain
.
From
Lake-town
the
barrels
were
brought
up
the
Forest
River
.
Often
they
were
just
tied
together
like
big
rafts
and
poled
or
rowed
up
the
stream
;
sometimes
they
were
loaded
on
to
flat
boats
.
When
the
barrels
were
empty
the
elves
cast
them
through
the
trapdoors
,
opened
the
water-gate
,
and
out
the
barrels
floated
on
the
stream
,
bobbing
along
,
until
they
were
carried
by
the
current
to
a
place
far
down
the
river
where
the
bank
jutted
out
,
near
to
the
very
eastern
edge
of
Mirkwood
.
There
they
were
collected
and
tied
together
and
floated
back
to
Lake-town
,
which
stood
close
to
the
point
where
the
Forest
River
flowed
into
the
Long
Lake
.
For
some
time
Bilbo
sat
and
thought
about
this
water-gate
,
and
wondered
if
it
could
be
used
for
the
escape
of
his
friends
,
and
at
last
he
had
the
desperate
beginnings
of
a
plan
.
The
evening
meal
had
been
taken
to
the
prisoners
.
The
guards
were
tramping
away
down
the
passages
taking
the
torch-light
with
them
and
leaving
everything
in
darkness
.
Then
Bilbo
heard
the
king
's
butler
bidding
the
chief
of
the
guards
good-night
.
"
Now
come
with
me
,
"
he
said
,
"
and
taste
the
new
wine
that
has
just
come
in
.
I
shall
be
hard
at
work
tonight
clearing
the
cellars
of
the
empty
wood
,
so
let
us
have
a
drink
first
to
help
the
labour
.
"
"
Very
good
,
"
laughed
the
chief
of
the
guards
.
"
I
'll
taste
with
you
,
and
see
if
it
is
fit
for
the
king
's
table
.
There
is
a
feast
tonight
and
it
would
not
do
to
send
up
poor
stuff
!
"
When
he
heard
this
Bilbo
was
all
in
a
flutter
,
for
he
saw
that
luck
was
with
him
and
he
had
a
chance
at
once
to
try
his
desperate
plan
.
He
followed
the
two
elves
,
until
they
entered
a
small
cellar
and
sat
down
at
a
table
on
which
two
large
flagons
were
set
.
Soon
they
began
to
drink
and
laugh
merrily
.
Luck
of
an
unusual
kind
was
with
Bilbo
then
.
It
must
be
potent
wine
to
make
a
wood-elf
drowsy
;
but
this
wine
,
it
would
seem
,
was
the
heady
vintage
of
the
great
gardens
of
Dorwinion
,
not
meant
for
his
soldiers
or
his
servants
,
but
for
the
king
's
feasts
only
,
and
for
smaller
bowls
,
not
for
the
butler
's
great
flagons
.
Very
soon
the
chief
guard
nodded
his
head
,
then
he
laid
it
on
the
table
and
fell
fast
asleep
.
The
butler
went
on
talking
and
laughing
to
himself
for
a
while
without
seeming
to
notice
,
but
soon
his
head
too
nodded
to
the
table
,
and
he
fell
asleep
and
snored
beside
his
friend
.
Then
in
crept
the
hobbit
.
