He stood leaning on his stick and gazing at the hobbit without saying anything, till Bilbo got quite uncomfortable and even a little cross.
With that the hobbit turned and scuttled inside his round green door, and shut it as quickly as he dared, not to seen rude.
"Bilbo Baggins at yours!" said the hobbit, too surprised to ask any questions for the moment.
"Excuse me!" said the hobbit, and off he went to the door.
Some called for ale, and some for porter, and one for coffee, and all of them for cakes; so the hobbit was kept very busy for a while.
Not a ring, but a hard rat-tat on the hobbit’s beautiful green door.
Gandalf called after him, as the hobbit stumped off to the pantries.
Still the dwarves jogged on, never turning round or taking any notice of the hobbit.
"You must go on and find out all about that light, and what it is for, and if all is perfectly safe and canny," said Thorin to the hobbit.
It would have made only a tiny pocket-knife for a troll, but it was as good as a short sword for the hobbit.
Bilbo the hobbit on a pony, my dear!
"What are moon-letters?" asked the hobbit full of excitement.
The dwarves and the hobbit, helped by the wise advice of Elrond and the knowledge and memory of Gandalf, took the right road to the right pass.
He shouted and fell; and the hobbit rolled off his shoulders into the blackness, bumped his head on hard rock, and remembered nothing more.
The hobbit jumped nearly out of his skin when the hiss came in his ears, and he suddenly saw the pale eyes sticking out at him.
"Half a moment," said the hobbit shivering.
That made the hobbit most dreadfully uncomfortable and scattered his wits.
He could not see the hobbit, but now he was on the alert, and he had other senses that the darkness had sharpened: hearing and smell.
"O yes!" he said in answer to more questions from the hobbit.
It was not too difficult for the hobbit, except when, in spite of all care, he stubbed his poor toes again, several times, on nasty jagged stones in the floor.
Every now and then all the Wargs in the circle would answer their grey chief all together, and their dreadful clamour almost made the hobbit fall out of his pine-tree.
As they sang the hobbit felt the love of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through him, a fierce and jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves.
Gollum threw himself backwards, and grabbed as the hobbit flew over him, but too late: his hands snapped on thin air, and Bilbo, falling fair on his sturdy feet, sped off down the new tunnel.
"Here you, are there any more of your sort a-sneakin’ in these here woods, yer nassty little rabbit," said he looking at the hobbit’s furry feet; and he picked him up by the toes and shook him.
No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage.
The hobbit had to find room for them all, and filled all his spare-rooms and made beds on chairs and sofas, before he got them all stowed and went to his own little bed very tired and not altogether happy.
The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats — the hobbit was fond of visitors.
He made the hobbit scramble on his shoulders as best he could with his tied hands, and then off they all went at a run, with a clink-clink of chains, and many a stumble, since they had no hands to steady themselves with.
He was anxious to appear friendly, at any rate for the moment, and until he found out more about the sword and the hobbit, whether he was quite alone really, whether he was good to eat, and whether Gollum was really hungry.
And of course they did none of these dreadful things, and everything was cleaned and put away safe as quick as lightning, while the hobbit was turning round and round in the middle of the kitchen trying to see what they were doing.
Off they went, not waiting for trays, balancing columns of plates, each with a bottle on the top, with one hand, while the hobbit ran after them almost squeaking with fright: "please be careful!" and "please, don’t trouble! I can manage."
They did this for a long while, and at last the hobbit opened his eyes again.
The wizard and the hobbit pushed open the heavy creaking gate and went down a wide track towards the house.
"Never heard of him," growled the man, "And what’s this little fellow?" he said, stooping down to frown at the hobbit with his bushy eyebrows.
He nodded and he growled, when he heard of the hobbit’s reappearance and of their scramble down the stone-slide and of the wolf-ring m the woods.
The land began to slope up and up, and it seemed to the hobbit that a silence began to draw in upon them.
"Do we really have to go through?" groaned the hobbit.
All this went on for what seemed to the hobbit ages upon ages; and he was always hungry, for they were extremely careful with their provisions.
And they simply could not find the hobbit.
In the dark he fell over what he thought was a log, and he found it was the hobbit curled up fast asleep.
Very soon the hobbit would be caught in a thick fence of them all round him-that at least was the spiders’ idea.
They knew only too well that they would soon all have been dead, if it had not been for the hobbit; and they thanked him many times.
Of course there were only thirteen of them, twelve dwarves and the hobbit.
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.
Suddenly the torches stopped, and the hobbit had just time to catch them up before they began to cross the bridge.
Then in crept the hobbit.
"No time now!" said the hobbit.
So following the hobbit, down into the lowest cellars they crept.
It was some time before he would be even polite to the hobbit.
Nothing else could, of course, be suggested; so leaving the others Thorin and Fili and Kili and the hobbit went along the shore to the great bridge.
Soon however he made up his mind that he could not be mistaken, and he came to the door and had a long whispered talk with the hobbit on the other side.
He picked up the hobbit and laughed: "Not eaten up by Wargs or goblins or wicked bears yet I see"; and he poked Mr. Baggins’ waistcoat most disrespectfully.
Just before sunset he walked into the hall, where the hobbit and the dwarves were having supper, waited on by Beorn’s wonderful animals, as they had been all day.
At times they were pushing through a sea of bracken with tall fronds rising right above the hobbit’s head; at times they were marching along quiet as quiet over a floor of pine-needles; and all the while the forest-gloom got heavier and the forest-silence deeper.
Soon they crossed the ford (carrying the hobbit), and then began to march through the long green grass and down the lines of the wide-armed oaks and the tall elms.
As quick as lightning they came running and swinging towards the hobbit, flinging out their long threads in all directions, till the air seemed full of waving snares.
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.
"As soon as we were asleep," went on Gandalf, "a crack at the back of the cave opened; goblins came out and grabbed the hobbit and the dwarves and our troop of ponies-"
O let ’cause all come! Hurry up! Come along, you two, and sit down! But look here, Gandalf, even now we have only got yourself and ten dwarves and the hobbit that was lost.
The last thing that he remembered was the party at the hobbit’s house, and they had great difficulty in making him believe their tale of all the many adventures they had had since.
Even the dwarves felt it, who were used to tunnelling, and lived at times for long whiles without the light of the sun; but the hobbit, who liked holes to make a house in but not to spend summer days in, felt he was being slowly suffocated.
"The dragon is still alive and in the halls under the Mountain then-or I imagine so from the smoke," said the hobbit.
Fili and Kili and the hobbit went back one day down the valley and scrambled among the tumbled rocks at its southern corner.
The hobbit was no longer much brighter than the dwarves.
They all fell silent: the hobbit standing by the grey stone, and the dwarves with wagging beards watching impatiently.
the look-out man, who was rather fond the hobbit.
The stars were coming out behind him in a pale sky barred with black when the hobbit crept through the enchanted door and stole into the Mountain.
Through it peeps the hobbit’s little head.
Balin was overjoyed to see the hobbit again, and as delighted as he was surprised.
But the hobbit was worried and uncomfortable, and they had difficulty in getting anything out of him.
They saw the little dark shape of the hobbit start across the floor holding his tiny light aloft.
"How far is that?" asked the hobbit.
"Dear me!" grumbled the hobbit.
"O well!" said the hobbit uncomfortably.
"You are called for;" and leading the hobbit he took him within the tent.
But the land was green and there was much grass through which the hobbit strolled along contentedly.
Something is the matter with you! You are not the hobbit that you were.
A light helm of figured leather, strengthened beneath with hoops of steel, and studded about the bring with white gems, was set upon the hobbit’s head.
The spiders saw the sword, though I don’t suppose they knew what it was, and at once the whole lot of them came hurrying after the hobbit along the ground and the branches, hairy legs waving, nippers and spinners snapping, eyes popping, full of froth and rage.
Then the hobbit slipped on his ring, and warned by the echoes to take more than hobbit’s care to make no sound, he crept noiselessly down, down, down into the dark.
Somehow or other Fili was got on to the branch, and then he did his best to help the hobbit, although he was feeling very sick and ill from spider-poison, and from hanging most of the night and the next day wound round and round with only his nose to breathe through.
He did not know that the hobbit had already caught a glimpse of his peculiar under-covering on his previous visit, and was itching for a closer view for reasons of his own.
"Sh! sh!" they hissed, when they heard his voice: and though that helped the hobbit to find out where they were, was some time before he could get anything else out of them.
Then Smaug really did laugh-a devastating sound which shook Bilbo to the floor, while far up in the tunnel the dwarves huddled together and imagined that the hobbit had come to a sudden and a nasty end.
Then as is the nature of folk that are thoroughly perplexed, they began to grumble at the hobbit, blaming him for what had at first so pleased them: for bringing away a cup and stirring up Smaug’s wrath so soon.
The hobbit felt quite crushed, and as there seemed nothing else to do he did go to bed; and while the dwarves were still singing songs he dropped asleep, still puzzling his little head about Beorn, till he dreamed a dream of hundreds of black bears dancing slow heavy dances round and round in the moonlight in the courtyard.
Smaug lay, with wings folded like an immeasurable bat, turned partly on one side, so that the hobbit could see his underparts and his long pale belly crusted with gems and fragments of gold from his long lying on his costly bed.
In fact so black was it that the hobbit came to the opening unexpectedly, put his hand on air, stumbled for ward, and rolled headlong into the hall! There he lay face downwards on the floor and did no dare to get up, or hardly even to breathe.
For Thorin had taken heart again hearing how the hobbit had rescued his companions from the spiders, and was determined once more not to ransom himself with promises to the king of a share in the treasure, until all hope of escaping in any other way had disappeared; until in fact the remarkable Mr. Invisible Baggins (of whom he began to have a very high opinion indeed) had altogether failed to think of something clever.
The dwarves could not, course, compare with the hobbit in real stealth, and the made a deal of puffing and shuffling which echoes magnified alarmingly; but though every now and again Bilbo in fear stopped and listened, not a sound stirred below Near the bottom, as well as he could judge, Bilbo slipped on his ring and went ahead.
Where are you going?" said Thorin, in a tone that seemed to show that he guessed both halves of the hobbit’s mind.
Just when a wizard would have been most useful, too," groaned Dori and Nori (who shared the hobbit’s views about regular meals, plenty and often).
Touch and go!" But, of course, Gandalf had made a special study of bewitchments with fire and lights (even the hobbit had never forgotten the magic fireworks at Old Took’s midsummer-eve parties, as you remember).
How are you going to push the boat back to the far bank?" asked the hobbit.
"Now do be careful!" whispered the hobbit, "and quiet as you can be! There may be no Smaug at the bottom but then again there may be.
If you want food, and if you want to go on with this silly adventure— it’s yours after all and not mine-you had better slap your arms and rub your legs and try and help me get the others out while there is a chance!" Thorin of course saw the sense of this, so after a few more groans he got up and helped the hobbit as well as he could.
After a while he stepped up, and with the spike of his staff scratched a queer sign on the hobbit’s beautiful green front-door.
He gave Bilbo a queer look from under 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.
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