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"
Mithril!All
folk
desired
it
.
It
could
be
beaten
like
copper
,
and
polished
like
glass
;
and
the
Dwarves
could
make
of
it
a
metal
,
light
and
yet
harder
than
tempered
steel
.
Its
beauty
was
like
to
that
of
common
silver
,
but
the
beauty
ofmithril
did
not
tarnish
or
grow
dim
.
The
Elves
dearly
loved
it
,
and
among
many
uses
they
made
of
itithildin
,
starmoon
,
which
you
saw
upon
the
doors
.
Bilbo
had
a
corslet
of
mithril-rings
that
Thorin
gave
him
.
I
wonder
what
has
become
of
it
?
Gathering
dust
still
in
Michel
Delving
Mathom-house
,
I
suppose
.
"
"
What
?
"
cried
Gimli
,
startled
out
of
his
silence
.
"
A
corslet
of
Moria-silver
?
That
was
a
kingly
gift
!
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Gandalf
.
"
I
never
told
him
,
but
its
worth
was
greater
than
the
value
of
the
whole
Shire
and
everything
in
it
.
"
Frodo
said
nothing
,
but
he
put
his
hand
under
his
tunic
and
touched
the
rings
of
his
mail-shirt
.
He
felt
staggered
to
think
that
he
had
been
walking
about
with
the
price
of
the
Shire
under
his
jacket
.
Had
Bilbo
known
?
He
felt
no
doubt
that
Bilbo
knew
quite
well
.
It
was
indeed
a
kingly
gift
.
But
now
his
thoughts
had
been
carried
away
from
the
dark
Mines
,
to
Rivendell
,
to
Bilbo
,
and
to
Bag
End
in
the
days
while
Bilbo
was
still
there
.
He
wished
with
all
his
heart
that
he
was
back
there
,
and
in
those
days
,
mowing
the
lawn
,
or
pottering
among
the
flowers
,
and
that
he
had
never
heard
of
Moria
,
ormithril
-
or
the
Ring
.
A
deep
silence
fell
.
One
by
one
the
others
fell
asleep
.
Frodo
was
on
guard
.
As
if
it
were
a
breath
that
came
in
through
unseen
doors
out
of
deep
places
,
dread
came
over
him
.
His
hands
were
cold
and
his
brow
damp
.
He
listened
.
All
his
mind
was
given
to
listening
and
nothing
else
for
two
slow
hours
;
but
he
heard
no
sound
,
not
even
the
imagined
echo
of
a
footfall
.
His
watch
was
nearly
over
,
when
,
far
off
where
he
guessed
that
the
western
archway
stood
,
he
fancied
that
he
could
see
two
pale
points
of
light
,
almost
like
luminous
eyes
.
He
started
.
His
head
had
nodded
.
"
I
must
have
nearly
fallen
asleep
on
guard
,
"
he
thought
.
"
I
was
on
the
edge
of
a
dream
.
"
He
stood
up
and
rubbed
his
eyes
,
and
remained
standing
,
peering
into
the
dark
,
until
he
was
relieved
by
Legolas
.
When
he
lay
down
he
quickly
went
to
sleep
,
but
it
seemed
to
him
that
the
dream
went
on
:
he
heard
whispers
,
and
saw
the
two
pale
points
of
light
approaching
,
slowly
.
He
woke
and
found
that
the
others
were
speaking
softly
near
him
,
and
that
a
dim
light
was
falling
on
his
face
.
High
up
above
the
eastern
archway
through
a
shaft
near
the
roof
came
a
long
pale
gleam
;
and
across
the
hall
through
the
northern
arch
light
also
glimmered
faint
and
distantly
.
Frodo
sat
up
.
"
Good
morning
!
"
said
Gandalf
:
"
For
morning
it
is
again
at
last
.
I
was
right
,
you
see
.
We
are
high
up
on
the
east
side
of
Moria
.
Before
today
is
over
we
ought
to
find
the
Great
Gates
and
see
the
waters
of
Mirrormere
lying
in
the
Dimrill
Dale
before
us
.
"
"
I
shall
be
glad
,
"
said
Gimli
.
"
I
have
looked
on
Moria
,
and
it
is
very
great
,
but
it
has
become
dark
and
dreadful
;
and
we
have
found
no
sign
of
my
kindred
.
I
doubt
now
that
Balin
ever
came
here
.
"
