The Hobbit or There and Back Again Mobi

P.22

"That would be no good," said the magician, "not without a mighty Warrior, even a Hero. I tried to detect one; but warriors are busy fighting ane another in distant lands, and in this neighbourhood heroes are scarce, or simply not to exist found. Swords in these parts are by and large blunt, and axes are used for trees, and shields every bit cradles or dish-covers; and dragons are comfortably far-off (and therefore legendary). That is why I settled on burglary—especially when I remembered the existence of a Side-door. And here is our trivial Bilbo Baggins, the burglar, the chosen and selected burglar. And then now let's go on and brand some plans."

P.26

"How he got there I don't know, but I found him a prisoner in the dungeons of the Necromancer." "Whatever were yous doing there?" asked Thorin with a shudder, and all the dwarves shivered. "Never y'all mind. I was finding things out, as usual;"

p.46

"O!" said Bilbo, and only at that moment he felt more tired than he e'er remembered feeling before. He was thinking once more of his comfy chair before the fire in his favourite sitting-room in his hobbit-hole, and of the kettle singing. Non for the terminal time!

p.51

Now it is a strange thing, merely things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a adept tale, and take a deal of telling anyhow.

He was equally noble and every bit off-white in face as an elf-lord, equally strong as a warrior, equally wise equally a wizard, equally venerable as a male monarch of dwarves, and as kind as summertime. He comes into many tales, simply his part in the story of Bilbo's corking adventure is only a small one, though important, as you volition see, if we always get to the end of it.

His house was perfect, whether you liked food, or slumber, or piece of work, or story-telling, or singing, or just sitting and thinking all-time, or a pleasant mixture of them all. Evil things did not come into that valley.

P.52

"A wish that is probable to exist granted soon enough in the mountains!" said Elrond. "But show me at present your map!" He took information technology and gazed long at it, and he shook his head; for if he did not altogether approve of dwarves and their love of gold, he hated dragons and their cruel wickedness, and he grieved to remember the ruin of the town of Dale and its merry bells, and the burned banks of the bright River Running. The moon was shining in a broad silver crescent. He held up the map and the white light shone through it.

"What is this?" he said. "There are moon-messages here, beside the plain runes which say 'five feet loftier the door and three may walk beside.'"

"What are moon-letters?" asked the hobbit total of excitement. He loved maps, equally I have told yous before; and he besides liked runes and messages and cunning handwriting, though when he wrote himself it was a bit sparse and spidery. "Moon-letters are rune-messages, only yous cannot see them," said Elrond, "non when you look straight at them. They can but exist seen when the moon shines behind them, and what is more, with the more cunning sort it must be a moon of the same shape and flavor as the day when they were written. The dwarves invented them and wrote them with silver pens, as your friends could tell you. These must take been written on a midsummer'south eve in a crescent moon, a long while ago."

P.55

The nights were inconsolable and chill, and they did not dare to sing or talk too loud, for the echoes were uncanny, and the silence seemed to dislike being cleaved—except by the noise of water and the wail of current of air and the fissure of stone.

P.56

Merely Gandalf had shaken his head and said aught. Dwarves had not passed that way for many years, just Gandalf had, and he knew how evil and danger had grown and thriven in the Wild, since the dragons had driven men from the lands, and the goblins had spread in secret after the battle of the Mines of Moria. Fifty-fifty the expert plans of wise wizards like Gandalf and of good friends similar Elrond go astray sometimes when you are off on dangerous adventures over the Edge of the Wild; and Gandalf was a wise enough wizard to know it.

P.57

The stop of their argument was that they sent Fili and Kili to look for a improve shelter. They had very sharp eyes, and being the youngest of the dwarves by some fifty years they usually got these sort of jobs (when everybody could run across that information technology was absolutely no use sending Bilbo). In that location is nothing like looking, if you want to find something (or so Thorin said to the young dwarves). Yous certainly usually find something, if yous expect, merely it is not always quite the something yous were after. So it proved on this occasion."

P.58

That, of course, is the dangerous part about caves: yous don't know how far they go back, sometimes, or where a passage behind may lead to, or what is waiting for y'all inside.

P.59

They talked and talked, and forgot about the storm, and discussed what each would do with his share of the treasure (when they got it, which at the moment did not seem and so impossible); and so they dropped off to sleep i by one. And that was the last time that they used the ponies, packages, baggages, tools and paraphernalia that they had brought with them.

P.69

"Go dorsum?" he thought. "No practiced at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Just matter to practice! On we go!" And so up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and ane hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter and a pitter.

P.70

Hobbits are not quite like ordinary people; and later on all if their holes are prissy cheery places and properly aired, quite different from the tunnels of the goblins, still they are more used to tunnelling than we are, and they do not easily lose their sense of direction hush-hush—not when their heads have recovered from existence bumped. Also they tin motion very quietly, and hide easily, and recover wonderfully from falls and bruises, and they have a fund of wisdom and wise sayings that men have mostly never heard or have forgotten long ago. I should not take liked to have been in Mr. Baggins' place, all the aforementioned.

P.71

Deep down here by the night h2o lived old Gollum, a small slimy creature. I don't know where he came from, nor who or what he was. He was Gollum—every bit dark as darkness, except for two big circular stake eyes in his sparse face up. He had a petty boat, and he rowed about quite quietly on the lake; for lake information technology was, broad and deep and mortiferous cold. He paddled it with large feet dangling over the side, but never a ripple did he make. Not he. He was looking out of his stake lamp-like eyes for blind fish, which he grabbed with his long fingers every bit quick as thinking.

p.94

"What did I tell y'all?" said Gandalf laughing. "Mr. Baggins has more nearly him than yous estimate." He gave Bilbo a queer await from nether his bushy eyebrows, as he said this, and the hobbit wondered if he guessed at the part of his tale that he had left out.

P.104

Eagles are not kindly birds. Some are cowardly and cruel. But the aboriginal race of the northern mountains were the greatest of all birds; they were proud and strong and noble-hearted. They did non dearest goblins, or fear them. When they took whatever detect of them at all (which was seldom, for they did non consume such creatures), they swooped on them and drove them shrieking back to their caves, and stopped whatever wickedness they were doing. The goblins hated the eagles and feared them, but could non achieve their lofty seats, or bulldoze them from the mountains.

P.111

Then ended the adventures of the Misty Mountains. Before long Bilbo's tum was feeling full and comfortable once again, and he felt he could sleep contentedly, though actually he would accept liked a loaf and butter better than bits of meat toasted on sticks. He slept curled upwardly on the difficult rock more soundly than e'er he had done on his plumage-bed in his own little hole at home. But all dark he dreamed of his own business firm and wandered in his slumber into all his unlike rooms looking for something that he could not find nor remember what information technology looked like.

P.112

"Don't compression!" said his eagle. "You need not be frightened like a rabbit, fifty-fifty if you await rather like i. It is a fair morning with little wind. What is finer than flying?"

P.113

"Farewell!" they cried, "wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey's end!" That is the polite matter to say among eagles. "May the wind under your wings comport you where the sun sails and the moon walks," answered Gandalf, who knew the correct respond.

P.114

"I e'er meant to encounter yous all safe (if possible) over the mountains," said the magician, "and at present past practiced management and proficient luck I have done it. Indeed we are at present a skillful deal further due east than I ever meant to come up with you, for afterwards all this is not my hazard. I may look in on it again before it is all over, merely in the meanwhile I take some other pressing business to attend to." The dwarves groaned and looked virtually distressed, and Bilbo wept.

P.138

"Expert-bye then, and really good-bye!" said Gandalf, and he turned his horse and rode down into the West. Only he could not resist the temptation to have the last discussion. Before he had passed quite out of hearing he turned and put his hands to his mouth and called to them. They heard his voice come faintly: "Practiced-bye! Be good, take care of yourselves—and DON'T LEAVE THE PATH!"

P.146

Yet if they had known more about information technology and considered the meaning of the hunt and the white deer that had appeared upon their path, they would have known that they were at concluding drawing towards the eastern edge, and would before long have come, if they could accept kept up their courage and their hope, to thinner trees and places where the sunlight came over again.

P.150

"You demand non effort," said Thorin. "In fact if yous tin can't talk well-nigh something else, y'all had better exist silent. Nosotros are quite annoyed enough with yous equally information technology is. If you hadn't waked upwardly, we should have left y'all to your idiotic dreams in the wood; y'all are no joke to carry even after weeks of curt commons."

P.156

There was the usual dim grey low-cal of the forest-solar day about him when he came to his senses. The spider lay dead beside him, and his sword-bract was stained black. Somehow the killing of the giant spider, all alone by himself in the dark without the assist 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."

P.159

When nigh fifty had gone off to the identify where he had stood earlier, he threw some more stones at these, and at others that had stopped behind; then dancing amidst the trees he began to sing a song to infuriate them and bring them all after him, and as well to permit the dwarves hear his phonation. This is what he sang:

Old fatty spider spinning in a tree!

Erstwhile fat spider can't see me!

Attercop! Attercop!

Won't you end,

Stop your spinning and expect for me?

Old Tomnoddy, all big torso,

Old Tomnoddy tin can't spy me!

Attercop! Attercop!

Down you drib!

You'll never catch me upwards your tree!

P.165

These questions they asked over and over once more, and it was from little Bilbo that they seemed to expect to become the answers. From which yous can see that they had changed their opinion of Mr. Baggins very much, and had begun to have a not bad respect for him (as Gandalf had said they would). Indeed they really expected him to think of some wonderful plan for helping them, and were not merely grumbling. They knew but besides well that they would soon all accept been dead, if it had not been for the hobbit; and they thanked him many times. Some of them even got upwardly and bowed right to the ground before him, though they fell over with the effort, and could not get on their legs once again for some fourth dimension. Knowing the truth about the vanishing did not lessen their opinion of Bilbo at all; for they saw that he had some wits, as well as luck and a magic ring—and all iii are very useful possessions. In fact they praised him then much that Bilbo began to feel there actually was something of a bold charlatan nearly himself after all, though he would have felt a lot bolder yet, if there had been anything to eat.

P.166

He just sat staring in front end of him at the countless copse; 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! And so that's how he sneaked by me, is it? Now I know! Just crept quietly along did you, Mr. Baggins? Buttons all over the doorstep! Skilful former Bilbo—Bilbo—Bilbo—bo—bo—bo—" And and so he vicious asleep, and there was consummate silence for a long while.

P.167

The feasting people were Woods-elves, of course. These are not wicked folk. If they have a mistake information technology is distrust of strangers. Though their magic was strong, even in those days they were wary. They differed from the Loftier Elves of the West, and were more dangerous and less wise. For about 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 Due 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 than learned, and invented their magic and their cunning craft in the making of beautiful and marvellous things, before some came dorsum into the Wide Globe. In the Broad Earth 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 ofttimes past the edges of the woods, from which they could escape at times to hunt, or to ride and run over the open lands past moonlight or starlight; and later the coming of Men they took ever more and more to the gloaming and the dusk. Yet elves they were and remain, and that is Expert People.

P.175

Thorin was too wretched to be angry whatever longer at his misfortunes, and was fifty-fifty commencement to think of telling the rex all virtually his treasure and his quest (which shows how low-spirited he had become), when he heard Bilbo'due south little voice at his keyhole.

P.197

The King beneath the mountains,

The King of carven stone,

The lord of silver fountains

Shall come into his own!

His crown shall exist upholden,

His harp shall be restrung,

His halls shall echo golden

To songs of yore re-sung.

The woods shall wave on mountains

And grass beneath the dominicus;

His wealth shall period in fountains

And the rivers golden run.

The streams shall run in gladness,

The lakes shall shine and burn,

All sorrow fail and sadness

At the Mount-king's render!

P.205

They were alone in the perilous waste matter without hope of further help. They were at the stop of their journey, merely equally far as e'er, information technology seemed, from the end of their quest. None of them had much spirit left.

Now foreign to say Mr. Baggins had more than than the others. He would often borrow Thorin's map and gaze at it, pondering over the runes and the message of the moon-letters Elrond had read. It was he that made the dwarves begin the dangerous search on the western slopes for the underground door.

P.212

"If yous mean you think it is my job to go into the secret passage outset, O Thorin Thrain's son Oakenshield, may your beard grow e'er longer," he said crossly, "say so at one time and have done! I might refuse. I have got you out of two messes already, which were hardly in the original deal, then that I am, I remember, already owed some advantage. Merely 'third time pays for all' as my begetter used to say, and somehow I don't think I shall refuse. Perhaps I accept begun to trust my luck more than than I used to in the old days "—he meant last bound earlier he left his own house, but it seemed centuries ago—" only anyway I think I will go and accept a peep at once and get it over. Now who is coming with me?"

P.213

After a while Balin bade Bilbo "Good luck!" and stopped where he could however see the faint outline of the door, and by a trick of the echoes of the tunnel hear the rustle of the whispering voices of the others simply exterior. Then the hobbit slipped on his ring, and warned past the echoes to accept more than hobbit'due south care to make no audio, he crept noiselessly down, down, downwardly into the dark. He was trembling with fear, just his fiddling face was set up and grim. Already he was a very unlike hobbit from the one that had run out without a pocket-handkerchief from Bag-Stop long agone. He had not had a pocket-handkerchief for ages. He loosened his dagger in its sheath, tightened his chugalug, and went on.

P.217

Thieves! Burn! Murder! Such a affair had non happened since first he came to the Mountain! His rage passes clarification—the sort of rage that is only seen when rich folk that accept more they tin bask all of a sudden lose something that they have long had merely have never before used or wanted.

P.221

"Peradventure something will plough up. 'Every worm has his weak spot,' equally my father used to say, though I am sure it was not from personal experience. " Naturally the dwarves accepted the offer eagerly. Already they had come to respect little Bilbo. At present he had become the real leader in their adventure. He had begun to have ideas and plans of his own.

P.222

"You may indeed! I come from under the hill, and under the hills and over the hills my paths led. And through the air. I am he that walks unseen."

"So I can well believe," said Smaug, "but that is inappreciably your usual name."

"I am the inkling-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly. I was called for the lucky number."

"Lovely titles!" sneered the dragon. "Merely lucky numbers don't always come up off."

"I am he that buries his friends live and drowns them and draws them alive once again from the water. I came from the terminate of a bag, but no purse went over me."

"These don't sound so creditable," scoffed Smaug.

"I am the friend of bears and the invitee of eagles. I am Ringwinner and Luckwearer; and I am Barrel-passenger," went on Bilbo offset to be pleased with his riddling.

"That's better!" said Smaug. "Only don't let your imagination run abroad with you lot!"

This of course is the way to talk to dragons, if y'all don't want to reveal your proper name (which is wise), and don't want to infuriate them by a flat refusal (which is also very wise). No dragon can resist the fascination of riddling talk and of wasting time trying to sympathize it. There was a lot here which Smaug did not understand at all (though I expect y'all do, since you know all about Bilbo'southward adventures to which he was referring), but he thought he understood enough, and he chuckled in his wicked inside.

P.226

"Now I am onetime and potent, potent, strong, Thief in the Shadows!" he gloated. "My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the stupor of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath decease!"

"I accept e'er understood," said Bilbo in a frightened squeak, "that dragons were softer underneath, especially in the region of the—er—breast; but doubtless one so fortified has idea of that."

The dragon stopped brusque in his boasting. "Your information is blowsy," he snapped. "I am armoured above and below with iron scales and difficult gems. No blade can pierce me."

"I might have guessed it," said Bilbo. "Truly there can nowhere be found the equal of Lord Smaug the Bulletproof. What magnificence to possess a waistcoat of fine diamonds!"

P.231

The necklace of Girion, Lord of Dale, fabricated of five hundred emeralds green every bit grass, which he gave for the arming of his eldest son in a coat of dwarf-linked rings the similar of which had never been made before, for it was wrought of pure silver to the power and strength of triple steel. But fairest of all was the keen white gem, which the dwarves had found below the roots of the Mountain, the Middle of the Mountain, the Arkenstone of Thrain.

"The Arkenstone! The Arkenstone!" murmured Thorin in the dark, half dreaming with his mentum upon his knees. "It was like a globe with a grand facets; information technology shone like silver in the firelight, like water in the sun, like snow nether the stars, like rain upon the Moon!"

P.234

"We are trapped!" they groaned. "This is the end. We shall die hither."

Merely somehow, just when the dwarves were nigh despairing, Bilbo felt a strange lightening of the centre, as if a heavy weight had gone from under his waistcoat.

"Come up, come up!" he said. "' While in that location's life at that place's promise!' every bit my father used to say, and 'Third time pays for all.'"

P.239

"Only a bat and a dropped torch, nothing worse!" he said in answer to their questions. Though they were much relieved, they were inclined to be grumpy at being frightened for nothing; but what they would take said, if he had told them at that moment about the Arkenstone, I don't know. The mere fleeting glimpses of treasure which they had caught as they went along had rekindled all the fire of their dwarvish hearts; and when the heart of a dwarf, even the most respectable, is wakened by gold and by jewels, he grows all of a sudden bold, and he may become fierce.

P.240

"Mr. Baggins!" he cried. "Here is the first payment of your advantage! Cast off your one-time coat and put on this!"

With that he put on Bilbo a small glaze of mail service, wrought for some young elf-prince long ago. It was of silvery-steel, which the elves call mithril, and with it went a chugalug of pearls and crystals. A light captain of figured leather, strengthened beneath with hoops of steel, and studded well-nigh the brim with white gems, was set upon the hobbit'due south caput.

"I experience magnificent," he thought; "merely I expect I look rather cool. How they would laugh on the Hill at habitation! Nonetheless I wish there was a looking-glass handy!"

P.251

Total on the town he fell. His last throes splintered it to sparks and gledes. The lake roared in. A vast steam leaped upwards, white in the sudden dark under the moon. There was a hiss, a gushing whirl, so silence. And that was the end of Smaug and Esgaroth, just not of Bard.

P.265

At present these were fair words and true, if proudly and grimly spoken; and Bilbo thought that Thorin would at in one case admit what justice was in them. He did not, of course, wait that any ane would remember that information technology was he who discovered all by himself the dragon's weak spot; and that was just every bit well, for no i ever did. But also he did not reckon with the power that gold has upon which a dragon has long brooded, nor with dwarvish hearts.

P.272

"You may see it!" said he. "It is this!" and he drew forth the Arkenstone, and threw away the wrapping.

The Elvenking himself, whose optics were used to things of wonder and dazzler, stood up in anaesthesia. Fifty-fifty Bard gazed marvelling at it in silence. It was as if a globe had been filled with moonlight and hung before them in a net woven of the glint of frosty stars.

"This is the Arkenstone of Thrain," said Bilbo, "the Eye of the Mount; and it is besides the heart of Thorin. He values it above a river of gilded. I give it to you. It will assist y'all in your bargaining." And so Bilbo, non without a shudder, non without a glance of longing, handed the marvellous stone to Bard, and he held it in his manus, as though mazed.

"Merely how is it yours to give?" he asked at final with an effort.

"O well!" said the hobbit uncomfortably. "Information technology isn't exactly; just, well, I am willing to let it stand confronting all my merits, don't yous know. I may exist a burglar—or so they say: personally I never actually felt like one—but I am an honest ane, I hope, more or less. Anyway I am going back at present, and the dwarves can do what they like to me. I hope you will find it useful."

The Elvenking looked at Bilbo with a new wonder. "Bilbo Baggins!" he said. "Y'all are more than worthy to vesture the armour of elf-princes than many that have looked more comely in it. But I wonder if Thorin Oakenshield volition run across it and then. I take more knowledge of dwarves in general than yous have perhaps. I advise you to remain with us, and here you shall be honoured and thrice welcome."

"Thank you very much I am sure," said Bilbo with a bow. "Simply I don't recollect I ought to get out my friends like this, later all nosotros take gone through together. And I promised to wake old Bombur at midnight, too! Actually I must be going, and chop-chop."

Nothing they could say would stop him; so an escort was provided for him, and as he went both the rex and Bard saluted him with accolade. As they passed through the camp an old human, wrapped in a dark cloak, rose from a tent door where he was sitting and came towards them.

"Well done! Mr. Baggins!" he said, clapping Bilbo on the back. "There is always more about you lot than anyone expects!" It was Gandalf.

For the first time for many a day Bilbo was actually delighted. But there was no time for all the questions that he immediately wished to enquire.

"All in skilful time!" said Gandalf. "Things are cartoon towards the end now, unless I am mistaken. There is an unpleasant time just in front of you; but proceed your eye up! You may come through all correct. There is news brewing that even the ravens take not heard. Proficient dark!"

Puzzled but cheered, Bilbo hurried on. He was guided to a safe ford and set across dry, and then he said good day to the elves and climbed carefully back towards the Gate. Great weariness began to come over him; but it was well earlier midnight when he clambered up the rope again—it was all the same where he had left it. He untied it and hid it, and so he sabbatum downwards on the wall and wondered anxiously what would happen next.

At midnight he woke upward Bombur; and then in turn rolled himself up in his corner, without listening to the old dwarf's thank you (which he felt he had inappreciably earned). He was soon fast asleep forgetting all his worries till the morning. As a matter of fact he was dreaming of eggs and bacon.

P.275

"Hail Thorin!" said Bard. "Are y'all still of the aforementioned mind?"

"My mind does not change with the rising and setting of a few suns," answered Thorin.

P.283

Information technology was a terrible battle. The nearly dreadful of all Bilbo'due south experiences, and the one which at the time he hated most—which is to say information technology was the one he was well-nigh proud of, and most fond of recalling long afterwards, although he was quite unimportant in information technology. Really I may say he put on his band early in the concern, and vanished from sight, if not from all danger.

P.290

"Farewell, good thief," he said. "I get now to the halls of waiting to sit abreast my fathers, until the globe is renewed. Since I go out now all gold and silver, and go where it is of little worth, I wish to part in friendship from you, and I would take dorsum my words and deeds at the Gate."

Bilbo knelt on i knee joint filled with sorrow. "Good day, Rex under the Mountain!" he said. "This is a bitter take a chance, if it must cease so; and non a mount of gilded can amend information technology. Even so I am glad that I have shared in your perils—that has been more than than any Baggins deserves."

"No!" said Thorin. " At that place is more in you lot of good than y'all know, kid of the kindly West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure out. If more of united states valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would exist a merrier globe. Simply pitiful or merry, I must exit information technology now. Farewell!"

And then Bilbo turned away, and he went by himself, and sat alone wrapped in a blanket, and, whether yous believe it or non, he wept until his eyes were red and his phonation was hoarse. He was a kindly petty soul. Indeed information technology was long before he had the centre to brand a joke again. "A mercy information technology is," he said at terminal to himself, "that I woke up when I did. I wish Thorin were living, but I am glad that we parted in kindness. You lot are a fool, Bilbo Baggins, and y'all made a great mess of that business with the rock; and there was a boxing, in spite of all your efforts to buy peace and quiet, but I suppose you can hardly be blamed for that."

P.292

Actually it was some days before Bilbo actually set up out. They buried Thorin deep below the Mountain, and Bard laid the Arkenstone upon his breast.

"There permit it prevarication till the Mountain falls!" he said. "May it bring good fortune to all his folk that dwell here after!"

Upon his tomb the Elvenking so laid Orcrist, the elvish sword that had been taken from Thorin in captivity. Information technology is said in songs that it gleamed ever in the night if foes approached, and the fortress of the dwarves could not exist taken by surprise. There now Dain son of Nain took up his dwelling, and he became King under the Mountain, and in time many other dwarves gathered to his throne in the ancient halls. Of the twelve companions of Thorin, 10 remained. Fili and Kili had fallen defending him with shield and torso, for he was their female parent's elder blood brother. The others remained with Dain; for Dain dealt his treasure well.

P.293

At concluding the time came for him to say good-bye to his friends. "Farewell, Balin!" he said; "and bye, Dwalin; and adieu Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur! May your beards never abound sparse!" And turning towards the Mountain he added: "Farewell Thorin Oakenshield! And Fili and Kili! May your memory never fade!"

And so the dwarves bowed low before their Gate, but words stuck in their throats. "Good-good day and adept luck, wherever you fare!" said Balin at final. "If ever you visit us again, when our halls are made fair once more, then the feast shall indeed be splendid!"

"If ever you are passing my mode," said Bilbo, "don't look to knock! Tea is at four; just any of yous are welcome at whatever time!"

Then he turned away.

P.297

As they rode down the steep path, Bilbo heard the elves still singing in the copse, equally if they had not stopped since he left; and as shortly as the riders came downwardly into the lower glades of the forest they outburst into a song of much the same kind as before. This is something similar information technology:

The dragon is withered,

His bones are now crumbled;

His armour is shivered,

His splendour is humbled!

Though sword shall be rusted,

And throne and crown perish

With strength that men trusted

And wealth that they cherish,

Here grass is however growing,

And leaves are yet swinging,

The white water flowing,

And elves are yet singing

Come up! Tra-la-la-lally!

Come back to the valley!

The stars are far brighter

Than gems without mensurate,

The moon is far whiter

Than silvery in treasure;

The fire is more shining

On hearth in the gloaming

Than golden won by mining,

And then why become a-roaming?

O! Tra-la-la-lally

Come back to the Valley.

O! Where are yous going,

So belatedly in returning?

The river is flowing,

The stars are all burning!

O! Whither so laden,

So sad and so dreary?

Hither elf and elf-maiden

Now welcome the weary

With Tra-la-la-lally

Come back to the Valley,

Tra-la-la-lally

Fa-la-la-lally

Fa-la!

P.304

Indeed Bilbo plant he had lost more than spoons—he had lost his reputation. Information technology is truthful that for always after he remained an elf-friend, and had the laurels of dwarves, wizards, and all such folk as ever passed that way; but he was no longer quite respectable. He was in fact held by all the hobbits of the neighbourhood to exist 'queer'—except past his nephews and nieces on the Took side, but even they were not encouraged in their friendship by their elders.

I am sorry to say he did non mind. He was quite content; and the audio of the kettle on his hearth was always after more musical than it had been fifty-fifty in the quiet days earlier the Unexpected Party. His sword he hung over the mantelpiece. His glaze of mail was bundled on a stand in the hall (until he lent it to a Museum). His gilt and silverish was largely spent in presents, both useful and extravagant—which to a certain extent accounts for the amore of his nephews and his nieces. His magic ring he kept a great underground, for he chiefly used it when unpleasant callers came.

He took to writing verse and visiting the elves; and though many shook their heads and touched their foreheads and said "Poor old Baggins!" and though few believed any of his tales, he remained very happy to the finish of his days, and those were extraordinarily long.

P.305

The one-time Master had come up to a bad finish. Bard had given him much gold for the assist of the Lake-people, simply being of the kind that hands catches such affliction he fell under the dragon-sickness, and took most of the gilt and fled with it, and died of starvation in the Waste, deserted by his companions.

"And so the prophecies of the old songs accept turned out to be true, after a way!" said Bilbo.

"Of class!" said Gandalf. "And why should non they prove true? Surely yous don't discount the prophecies, considering you lot had a manus in bringing them about yourself? You don't really suppose, do you, that all your adventures and escapes were managed past mere luck, just for your sole benefit? Y'all are a very fine person, Mr. Baggins, and I am very fond of you; but yous are only quite a little swain in a broad world after all!"

"Give thanks goodness!" said Bilbo laughing, and handed him the tobacco-jar.

Information on the book: The Hobbit

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