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| When Bilbo opened his eyes,
he wondered if he had; for it was just as dark as with them shut. No one
was anywhere near him. Just imagine his fright! He could hear nothing,
see nothing, and he could feel nothing except the stone of the floor. |
When Bilbo opened his eyes, he wondered if he
had; for it was just as dark as with them shut. No one was anywhere near
him. Just imagine his fright! He could hear nothing, see nothing, and he
could feel nothing except the stone of the floor. |
| Very slowly he got up and groped about on all
fours, till he touched the wall of the tunnel; but neither up nor down
it could he find anything: nothing at all, no sign of goblins, no sign
of dwarves. His head was swimming, and he was far from certain even of
the direction they had been going in when he had his fall. He guessed as
well as he could, and crawled along for a good way, till suddenly his
hand met what felt like a tiny ring of cold metal lying on the floor of
the tunnel. It was a turning point in his career, but he did not know
it. He put the ring in his pocket almost without thinking; certainly it
did not seem of any particular use at the moment. He did not go much
further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete
miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and
eggs in his own kitchen at home—for he could feel inside that it was
high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler. |
Very slowly he got up and groped about on all
fours, till he touched the wall of the tunnel; but neither up nor down
it could he find anything: nothing at all, no sign of goblins, no sign
of dwarves. His head was swimming, and he was far from certain even of
the direction they had been going in when he had his fall. He guessed as
well as he could, and crawled along for a good way, till suddenly his
hand met what felt like a tiny ring of cold metal lying on the floor of
the tunnel. It was a turning point in his career, but he did not know
it. He put the ring in his pocket almost without thinking; certainly it
did not seem of any particular use at the moment. He did not go much
further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete
miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and
eggs in his own kitchen at home—for he could feel inside that it was
high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler. |
| He could not think what to do; nor could he
think what had happened; or why he had been left behind; or why, if he
had been left behind, the goblins had not caught him; or even why his
head was so sore. The truth was he had been lying quiet, out of sight
and out of mind, in a very dark corner for a long while. |
He could not think what to do; nor could he
think what had happened; or why he had been left behind; or why, if he
had been left behind, the goblins had not caught him; or even why his
head was so sore. The truth was he had been lying quiet, out of sight
and out of mind, in a very dark corner for a long while. |
| After some time he felt for
his pipe. It was not broken, and that was something. Then he felt for
his pouch, and there was some tobacco in it, and that was something
more. Then he felt for matches and he could not find any at all, and
that shattered his hopes completely. Just as well for him, as he agreed
when he came to his senses. Goodness knows what the striking of matches
and the smell of tobacco would have brought on him out of dark holes in
that horrible place. Still at the moment he felt very crushed. But in
slapping all his pockets and feeling all round himself for matches his
hand came on the hilt of his little sword—the little dagger that he
got from the trolls, and that he had quite forgotten; nor do the goblins
seem to have noticed it, as he wore it inside his breeches. |
After some time he felt for his pipe. It was
not broken, and that was something. Then he felt for his pouch, and
there was some tobacco in it, and that was something more. Then he felt
for matches and he could not find any at all, and that shattered his
hopes completely. Just as well for him, as he agreed when he came to his
senses. Goodness knows what the striking of matches and the smell of
tobacco would have brought on him out of dark holes in that horrible
place. Still at the moment he felt very crushed. But in slapping all his
pockets and feeling all round himself for matches his hand came on the
hilt of his little sword—the little dagger that he got from the
trolls, and that he had quite forgotten; nor do the goblins seem to have
noticed it, as he wore it inside his breeches. |
| Now he drew it out. It shone pale and dim
before his eyes. "So it is an elvish blade, too," he thought;
"and goblins are not very near, and yet not far enough." |
Now he drew it out. It shone pale and dim
before his eyes. "So it is an elvish blade, too," he thought;
"and goblins are not very near, and yet not far enough." |
| But somehow he was comforted. It was rather
splendid to be wearing a blade made in Gondolin for the goblin-wars of
which so many songs had sung; and also he had noticed that such weapons
made a great impression on goblins that came upon them suddenly. |
But somehow he was comforted. It was rather
splendid to be wearing a blade made in Gondolin for the goblin-wars of
which so many songs had sung; and also he had noticed that such weapons
made a great impression on goblins that came upon them suddenly. |
| "Go back?" he thought. "No
good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On
we go!" So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held
in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a
patter and a pitter. |
"Go back?" he thought. "No
good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On
we go!" So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held
in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a
patter and a pitter. |
| Now certainly Bilbo was in what is called a
tight place. But you must remember it was not quite so tight for him as
it would have been for me or for you. Hobbits are not quite like
ordinary people; and after all if their holes are nice 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 underground—not when their
heads have recovered from being bumped. also they can move 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. |
Now certainly Bilbo was in what is called a
tight place. But you must remember it was not quite so tight for him as
it would have been for me or for you. Hobbits are not quite like
ordinary people; and after all if their holes are nice 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 underground—not when their heads have
recovered from being bumped. also they can move 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 have liked to have been in Mr.
Baggins' place, all the same. The tunnel seemed to have no end. All he
knew was that it was still going down pretty steadily and keeping in the
same direction in spite of a twist and a turn or two. There were
passages leading off to the side every now and then, as he knew by the
glimmer of his sword, or could feel with his hand on the wall. Of these
he took no notice, except to hurry past for fear of goblins or
half-imagined dark things coming out of them. On and on he went, and
down and down; and still he heard no sound of anything except the
occasional whirr of a bat by his ears, which startled him at first, till
it became too frequent to bother about. I do not know how long he kept
on like this, hating to go on, not darying [sic] to stop, on, on, until
he was tireder than tired. It seemed like all the way to tomorrow and
over it to the days beyond. |
I should not have liked to have been in Mr.
Baggins' place, all the same. The tunnel seemed to have no end. All he
knew was that it was still going down pretty steadily and keeping in the
same direction in spite of a twist and a turn or two. There were
passages leading off to the side every now and then, as he knew by the
glimmer of his sword, or could feel with his hand on the wall. Of these
he took no notice, except to hurry past for fear of goblins or
half-imagined dark things coming out of them. On and on he went, and
down and down; and still he heard no sound of anything except the
occasional whirr of a bat by his ears, which startled him at first, till
it became too frequent to bother about. I do not know how long he kept
on like this, hating to go on, not daring to stop, on, on, until he was
tireder than tired. It seemed like all the way to tomorrow and over it
to the days beyond. |
| Suddenly without any warning he trotted
splash into water! Ugh! it was icy cold. That pulled him up sharp and
short. He did not know whether it was just a pool in the path, or the
edge of an underground stream that crossed the passage, or the brink of
a deep dark subterranean lake. The sword was hardly shining at all. He
stopped, and he could hear, when he listened hard, drops
drip-drip-dripping from an unseen roof into the water below; but there
seemed no other sort of sound. |
Suddenly without any warning he trotted
splash into water! Ugh! it was icy cold. That pulled him up sharp and
short. He did not know whether it was just a pool in the path, or the
edge of an underground stream that crossed the passage, or the brink of
a deep dark subterranean lake. The sword was hardly shining at all. He
stopped, and he could hear, when he listened hard, drops
drip-drip-dripping from an unseen roof into the water below; but there
seemed no other sort of sound. |
| "So it is a pool or a lake, and not an
underground river," he thought. Still he did not dare to wade out
into the darkness. He could not swim; and he thought,
too, of nasty slimy things, with big bulging blind eyes, wriggling in
the water. There are strange things living in the pools and lakes in the
hearts of mountains: fish whose fathers swam in, goodness only knows how
many years ago, and never swam out again, while their eyes grew bigger
and bigger and bigger from trying to see in the blackness; also there
are other things more slimy than fish. Even in the tunnels and caves the
goblins have made for themselves there are other things living unbeknown
to them that have sneaked in from outside to lie up in the dark. some of
these caves, too, go back in their beginnings to ages before the
goblins, who only widened them and joined them up with passages, and the
original owners are still there in odd corners, slinking and nosing
about. |
"So it is a pool or a lake, and not an
underground river," he thought. Still he did not dare to wade out
into the darkness. He could not swim; and he thought, too, of nasty
slimy things, with big bulging blind eyes, wriggling in the water. There
are strange things living in the pools and lakes in the hearts of
mountains: fish whose fathers swam in, goodness only knows how many
years ago, and never swam out again, while their eyes grew bigger and
bigger and bigger from trying to see in the blackness; also there are
other things more slimy than fish. Even in the tunnels and caves the
goblins have made for themselves there are other things living unbeknown
to them that have sneaked in from outside to lie up in the dark. some of
these caves, too, go back in their beginnings to ages before the
goblins, who only widened them and joined them up with passages, and the
original owners are still there in odd corners, slinking and nosing
about. |
| Deep down here by the dark water lived old
Gollum. I don't know where he came from, nor who or what he was. He was
Gollum—as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes. He had
a boat, and he rowed about quite quietly on the lake; for lake it was,
wide and deep and deadly 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 pale lamp-like eyes for blind fish, which he grabbed with his
long fingers as quick as thinking. He liked meat too. Goblin he thought
good, when he could get it; but he took are they never found him out. He
just throttled them from behind, if they ever came down alone anywhere
near the edge of the water, while he was prowling about. They very
seldom did, for they had a feeling that something unpleasant was lurking
down there, down at the very roots of the mountain. They had come on the
lake, when they were tunnelling down long ago, and they found they could
go no further; so there their road ended in that direction, and there
was no reason to go that way—unless the Great Goblin
sent them. Sometimes he took a fancy for fish from the lake, and
sometimes neither goblin nor fish came back. |
Deep down here by the dark water lived old
Gollum. I don't know where he came from, nor who or what he was. He was
Gollum—as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes. He had
a boat, and he rowed about quite quietly on the lake; for lake it was,
wide and deep and deadly 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 pale lamp-like eyes for blind fish, which he grabbed with his
long fingers as quick as thinking. He liked meat too. Goblin he thought
good, when he could get it; but he took are they never found him out. He
just throttled them from behind, if they ever came down alone anywhere
near the edge of the water, while he was prowling about. They very
seldom did, for they had a feeling that something unpleasant was lurking
down there, down at the very roots of the mountain. They had come on the
lake, when they were tunnelling down long ago, and they found they could
go no further; so there their road ended in that direction, and there
was no reason to go that way—unless the Great Goblin sent them.
Sometimes he took a fancy for fish from the lake, and sometimes neither
goblin nor fish came back. |
| Actually Gollum lived on a slimy island of
rock in the middle of the lake. He was watching Bilbo now from the
distance with his pale eyes like telescopes. Bilbo could not see him,
but he was wondering a lot about Bilbo, for he could see that he was no
goblin at all. |
Actually Gollum lived on a slimy island of
rock in the middle of the lake. He was watching Bilbo now from the
distance with his pale eyes like telescopes. Bilbo could not see him,
but he was wondering a lot about Bilbo, for he could see that he was no
goblin at all. |
| Gollum got into his boat and shot off from
the island, while Bilbo was sitting on the brink altogether flummoxed
and at the end of his way and his wits. Suddenly up came Gollum and
whispered and hissed: |
Gollum got into his boat and shot off from
the island, while Bilbo was sitting on the brink altogether flummoxed
and at the end of his way and his wits. Suddenly up came Gollum and
whispered and hissed: |
| "Bless us and splash us, my precioussss!
I guess it's a choice feast; at least a tasty morsel it'd make us,
gollum!" And when he said gollum he made a horrible
swallowing noise in his throat. That is how he got his name, though he
always called himself 'my precious.' |
"Bless us and splash us, my precioussss!
I guess it's a choice feast; at least a tasty morsel it'd make us,
gollum!" And when he said gollum he made a horrible
swallowing noise in his throat. That is how he got his name, though he
always called himself 'my precious.' |
| The hobbit jumped nearly out of his skin when
the hiss came in his ears, and suddenly saw the pale eyes sticking out
at him. |
The hobbit jumped nearly out of his skin when
the hiss came in his ears, and suddenly saw the pale eyes sticking out
at him. |
| "Who are you?" he said, thrusting
his dagger in front of him. |
"Who are you?" he said, thrusting
his dagger in front of him. |
| "What iss he, my preciouss?"
whispered Gollum (who always spoke to himself through never having
anyone else to speak to). This is what he had come to find out, for he
was not really very hungry at the moment, only curious; otherwise he
would have grabbed first and whispered afterwards. |
"What iss he, my preciouss?"
whispered Gollum (who always spoke to himself through never having
anyone else to speak to). This is what he had come to find out, for he
was not really very hungry at the moment, only curious; otherwise he
would have grabbed first and whispered afterwards. |
| "I am Mr. Bilbo Baggins. I have lost the
dwarves and I have lost the wizard, and I don't know where I am; and I
don't want to know, if only I can get away." |
"I am Mr. Bilbo Baggins. I have lost the
dwarves and I have lost the wizard, and I don't know where I am; and I
don't want to know, if only I can get away." |
| "What's he got in his handses?"
said Gollum, looking at the sword, which he did not quite like. |
"What's he got in his handses?"
said Gollum, looking at the sword, which he did not quite like. |
| "A sword, a blade which came out of
Gondolin!" |
"A sword, a blade which came out of
Gondolin!" |
| "Sssss" said Gollum, and became
quite polite. "Praps ye sits here and chats with it a bitsy, my
preciousss. It likes riddles, praps it does, does
it?" 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. Riddles were all he could think of. Asking them, and
sometimes guessing them, had been the only game he had ever played with
other funny creatures sitting in their holes in the long, long ago,
before the goblins came, and he was cut off from his friends far under
under the mountains. |
"Sssss" said Gollum, and became
quite polite. "Praps ye sits here and chats with it a bitsy, my
preciousss. It likes riddles, praps it does, does it?" 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. Riddles were all he could think of. Asking them, and sometimes
guessing them, had been the only game he had ever played with other
funny creatures sitting in their holes in the long, long ago, before the
goblins came, and he was cut off from his friends far under under the
mountains. |
| "Very well," said Bilbo, who was
anxious to agree, until he found out more about the creature, whether he
was quite alone, whether he was fierce or hungry, and whether he was a
friend of the goblins. |
"Very well," said Bilbo, who was
anxious to agree, until he found out more about the creature, whether he
was quite alone, whether he was fierce or hungry, and whether he was a
friend of the goblins. |
| "You ask first," he said, because
he had not had time to think of a riddle. |
"You ask first," he said, because
he had not had time to think of a riddle. |
So Gollum hissed:
What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows? |
So Gollum hissed:
What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows? |
| "Easy!" said Bilbo. "Mountain,
I suppose." |
"Easy!" said Bilbo. "Mountain,
I suppose." |
| "Does it guess easy? It must have a
competition with us, my preciouss! If precious asks, and it doesn't
answer, we eats it, my preciousss. If it asks us, and we doesn't answer,
we gives it a present, gollum!" |
"Does it guess easy? It must have a
competition with us, my preciouss! If precious asks, and it doesn't
answer, we eats it, my preciousss. If it asks us, and we doesn't answer,
then we does what it wants, eh? We shows it the
way out, yes!" |
"All right!" said Bilbo, not daring
to disagree, and nearly bursting his brain to think of riddles that
could save him from being eaten.
Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First they champ,
Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.
That was all he could think of to ask—the idea of
eating was rather on his mind. It was rather an old one, too, and Gollum
knew the answer as well as you do. |
"All right!" said Bilbo, not daring
to disagree, and nearly bursting his brain to think of riddles that
could save him from being eaten.
Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First they champ,
Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.
That was all he could think of to ask—the idea of eating was
rather on his mind. It was rather an old one, too, and Gollum knew the
answer as well as you do. |
"Chestnuts, chestnuts," he hissed.
"Teeth! teeth! my preciousss; but we has only six!" Then he
asked his second:
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters. |
"Chestnuts, chestnuts," he hissed.
"Teeth! teeth! my preciousss; but we has only six!" Then he
asked his second:
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters. |
"Half a moment!" cried Bilbo, who
was still thinking uncomfortably about eating. Fortunately he had once
heard something rather like this before, and getting his wits back he
thought of the answer. "Wind, wind of course," he said, and he
was so pleased that he made up one on the spot. "This'll puzzle the
nasty little underground creature," he thought:
An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
"That eye is like to this eye"
Said the first eye,
"But in low place,
Not in high place." |
"Half a moment!" cried Bilbo, who
was still thinking uncomfortably about eating. Fortunately he had once
heard something rather like this before, and getting his wits back he
thought of the answer. "Wind, wind of course," he said, and he
was so pleased that he made up one on the spot. "This'll puzzle the
nasty little underground creature," he thought:
An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
"That eye is like to this eye"
Said the first eye,
"But in low place,
Not in high place." |
| "Ss, ss, ss," said Gollum. He had
been underground a long long time, and was forgetting this sort of
thing. But just as Bilbo was beginning to wonder
what Gollum's present would be like, Gollum brought up memories
of ages and ages and ages before, when he lived with his grandmother in
a hole in a bank by a river, "Sss, sss, my preciouss," he
said. "Sun on the daisies it means, it does." |
"Ss, ss, ss," said Gollum. He had
been underground a long long time, and was forgetting this sort of
thing. But just as Bilbo was beginning to hope
that the wretch would not be able to answer, Gollum brought up
memories of ages and ages and ages before, when he lived with his
grandmother in a hole in a bank by a river, "Sss, sss, my preciouss,"
he said. "Sun on the daisies it means, it does." |
But these ordinary aboveground everyday sort
of riddles were tiring for him. Also they reminded him of days when he
had been less lonely and sneaky and nasty, and that put him
out of temper. What is more they made him hungry; so this time he tried
something a bit more difficult and more unpleasant:
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter. |
But these ordinary aboveground everyday sort
of riddles were tiring for him. Also they reminded him of days when he
had been less lonely and sneaky and nasty, and that put him out of
temper. What is more they made him hungry; so this time he tried
something a bit more difficult and more unpleasant:
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter. |
Unfortunately for Gollum Bilbo had heard that
sort of thing before; and the answer was all around him any way.
"Dark!" he said without even scratching his head or putting on
his thinking cap.
A box without hinges, key or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
he asked to gain time, until he could think of a really hard one.
This he thought a dreadfully easy chestnut, though he had not asked it
in the usual words. But it proved a nasty poser for Gollum. He hissed to
himself, and still he did not answer; he whispered and spluttered. |
Unfortunately for Gollum Bilbo had heard that
sort of thing before; and the answer was all around him any way.
"Dark!" he said without even scratching his head or putting on
his thinking cap.
A box without hinges, key or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid.
he asked to gain time, until he could think of a really hard one.
This he thought a dreadfully easy chestnut, though he had not asked it
in the usual words. But it proved a nasty poser for Gollum. He hissed to
himself, and still he did not answer; he whispered and spluttered. |
| After some while Bilbo became impatient.
"Well, what is it?" he said. "The answer's not a kettle
boiling over, as you seem to think from the noise you are making." |
After some while Bilbo became impatient.
"Well, what is it?" he said. "The answer's not a kettle
boiling over, as you seem to think from the noise you are making." |
| "Give us a chance; let it give us a
chance, my preciouss—ss—ss." |
"Give us a chance; let it give us a
chance, my preciouss—ss—ss." |
| "Well," said Bilbo, after giving
him a long chance, "what about your present?" |
"Well," said Bilbo, after giving
him a long chance, "what about your guess?" |
But suddenly Gollum remembered thieving from
nests long ago, and sitting under the river bank teaching his
grandmother, teaching his grandmother to suck—"Eggses!" he
hissed. "Eggses it is!" The he asked:
Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking. |
But suddenly Gollum remembered thieving from
nests long ago, and sitting under the river bank teaching his
grandmother, teaching his grandmother to suck—"Eggses!" he
hissed. "Eggses it is!" The he asked:
Alive without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking. |
| He also in his turn thought this was a
dreadfully easy one, because he was always thinking of the answer. But
he could not remember anything better at the moment, he was so flustered
by the egg-question. All the same it was a poser for poor Bilbo, who
never had anything to do with the water if he could help it. I imagine
you know the answer, of course, or can guess it as easy as winking,
since you are sitting comfortably at home and have not the danger of
being eaten to disturb your thinking. Bilbo sat and cleared his throat
once or twice, but no answer came. |
He also in his turn thought this was a
dreadfully easy one, because he was always thinking of the answer. But
he could not remember anything better at the moment, he was so flustered
by the egg-question. All the same it was a poser for poor Bilbo, who
never had anything to do with the water if he could help it. I imagine
you know the answer, of course, or can guess it as easy as winking,
since you are sitting comfortably at home and have not the danger of
being eaten to disturb your thinking. Bilbo sat and cleared his throat
once or twice, but no answer came. |
| After a while Gollum began to hiss with
pleasure to himself: "Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it
scuptiously crunchable?" He began to peer at Bilbo out of the
darkness. |
After a while Gollum began to hiss with
pleasure to himself: "Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it
scuptiously crunchable?" He began to peer at Bilbo out of the
darkness. |
| "Half a moment," said the hobbit
shivering. "I gave you a good long chance just now." |
"Half a moment," said the hobbit
shivering. "I gave you a good long chance just now." |
| "It must make haste, haste!" said
Gollum, beginning to climb out of his boat on to the shore to get at
Bilbo. But when he put his long webby foot in the water, a fish jumped
out in a fright and fell on Bilbo's toes. |
"It must make haste, haste!" said
Gollum, beginning to climb out of his boat on to the shore to get at
Bilbo. But when he put his long webby foot in the water, a fish jumped
out in a fright and fell on Bilbo's toes. |
| "Ugh!" he said, "it is cold
and clammy!"—and so he guessed. "Fish! fish!" he cried.
"It is fish!" |
"Ugh!" he said, "it is cold
and clammy!"—and so he guessed. "Fish! fish!" he cried.
"It is fish!" |
| Gollum was dreadfully disappointed; but Bilbo
asked another riddle as quick as ever he could, so that Gollum had to
get back into his boat and think. |
Gollum was dreadfully disappointed; but Bilbo
asked another riddle as quick as ever he could, so that Gollum had to
get back into his boat and think. |
| No-legs lay on one-leg, two legs sat near
on three-legs, four-legs got some. |
No-legs lay on one-leg, two legs sat near
on three-legs, four-legs got some. |
It was not really the right time for this
riddle, but Bilbo was in a hurry. Gollum might have had some trouble
guessing it, if he had asked it at another time. As it
was, talking of fish, "no-legs" was not so very difficult, and
after that the rest was easy. "Fish on a little table, man at table
sitting on a stool, the cat has the bones" that of course is the
answer, and Gollum soon gave it. Then he thought the time had come to
ask something hard and horrible. This is what he said:
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down. |
It was not really the right time for this
riddle, but Bilbo was in a hurry. Gollum might have had some trouble
guessing it, if he had asked it at another time. As it was, talking of
fish, "no-legs" was not so very difficult, and after that the
rest was easy. "Fish on a little table, man at table sitting on a
stool, the cat has the bones" that of course is the answer, and
Gollum soon gave it. Then he thought the time had come to ask something
hard and horrible. This is what he said:
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain down. |
| Poor Bilbo sat in the dark thinking of all
the horrible names of all the giants and ogres he had ever heard told of
in tales, but not one of them had done all these things. He had a
feeling that the answer was quite different and that he ought to know
it, but he could not think of it. He began to get frightened, and that is
bad for thinking. Gollum began to get out of his boat. He flapped into
the water and paddled to the bank; Bilbo could see his eyes coming
towards him. His tongue seemed to stick in his mouth; he wanted to shout
out: "Give me more time! Give me time!" But all that came out
with a sudden squeal was: |
Poor Bilbo sat in the dark thinking of all
the horrible names of all the giants and ogres he had ever heard told of
in tales, but not one of them had done all these things. He had a
feeling that the answer was quite different and that he ought to know
it, but he could not think of it. He began to get frightened, and that is
bad for thinking. Gollum began to get out of his boat. He flapped into
the water and paddled to the bank; Bilbo could see his eyes coming
towards him. His tongue seemed to stick in his mouth; he wanted to shout
out: "Give me more time! Give me time!" But all that came out
with a sudden squeal was: |
|
"Time! Time!" |
"Time! Time!" |
| Bilbo was saved by pure luck. For that of
course was the answer. |
Bilbo was saved by pure luck. For that of
course was the answer. |
| Gollum was disappointed once more; and now he
was getting angry, and also tired of the game. it had made him very
hungry indeed. This time he did not go back to the boat. He sat down in
the dark by Bilbo. That made the hobbit most dreadfully uncomfortable
and scattered his wits. |
Gollum was disappointed once more; and now he
was getting angry, and also tired of the game. it had made him very
hungry indeed. This time he did not go back to the boat. He sat down in
the dark by Bilbo. That made the hobbit most dreadfully uncomfortable
and scattered his wits. |
| "It's got to ask uss a
question, my preciouss, yes, yess, yesss. Jusst one more quesstion to
guess, yes, yess," said Gollum. |
"It's got to ask uss a question, my
preciouss, yes, yess, yesss. Jusst one more quesstion to guess, yes,
yess," said Gollum. |
| But Bilbo simply could not think of any
question with that nasty wet cold thing sitting next to him, and pawing
and poking him. He scratched himself, he pinched himself; still he could
not think of anything. |
But Bilbo simply could not think of any
question with that nasty wet cold thing sitting next to him, and pawing
and poking him. He scratched himself, he pinched himself; still he could
not think of anything. |
| "Ask us! ask us!" said Gollum. |
"Ask us! ask us!" said Gollum. |
| Bilbo pinched himself and slapped himself; he
gripped on his little sword; he even felt in his pocket with his other
hand. There he found the ring he had picked up in the passage and
forgotten about. |
Bilbo pinched himself and slapped himself; he
gripped on his little sword; he even felt in his pocket with his other
hand. There he found the ring he had picked up in the passage and
forgotten about. |
| "What have I got in my pocket?" he
said aloud. He was talking to himself, but Gollum thought it was a
riddle, and he was frightfully upset. |
"What have I got in my pocket?" he
said aloud. He was talking to himself, but Gollum thought it was a
riddle, and he was frightfully upset. |
| "Not fair! not fair!" he hissed.
"It isn't fair, my precious, is it, to ask us what it's got in its
nassty little pocketses?" |
"Not fair! not fair!" he hissed.
"It isn't fair, my precious, is it, to ask us what it's got in its
nassty little pocketses?" |
| Bilbo seeing what had happened and having
nothing better to ask stuck to his question, "What have I got in my
pocket?" he said louder. |
Bilbo seeing what had happened and having
nothing better to ask stuck to his question, "What have I got in my
pocket?" he said louder. |
| "S-s-s-s-s," hissed Gollum.
"It must give us three guesseses, my precious, three guesseses." |
"S-s-s-s-s," hissed Gollum.
"It must give us three guesseses, my precious, three guesseses." |
| "Very well! Guess away!" said Bilbo. |
"Very well! Guess away!" said Bilbo. |
| "Handses!" said Gollum. |
"Handses!" said Gollum. |
| "Wrong," said Bilbo, who had
luckily just taken his hand out again. "Guess again!" |
"Wrong," said Bilbo, who had
luckily just taken his hand out again. "Guess again!" |
| "S-s-s-s-s," said Gollum more upset
than ever. He thought of all the things he kept in his own pockets:
fish-bones, goblins' teeth, wet shells, a bit of bat-wing, a sharp stone
to sharpen his fangs on, and other nasty things. He tried to think what
other people kept in their pockets. |
"S-s-s-s-s," said Gollum more upset
than ever. He thought of all the things he kept in his own pockets:
fish-bones, goblins' teeth, wet shells, a bit of bat-wing, a sharp stone
to sharpen his fangs on, and other nasty things. He tried to think what
other people kept in their pockets. |
| "Knife!" he said at last. |
"Knife!" he said at last. |
| "Wrong!" said Bilbo, who had lost
his some time ago. "Last guess!" |
"Wrong!" said Bilbo, who had lost
his some time ago. "Last guess!" |
| Now Gollum was in a much
worse state than when Bilbo had asked him the egg-question. He hissed
and spluttered and rocked himself backwards and forwards, and slapped
his feet on the floor, and wriggled and squirmed; but still he did not
dare to waste his last guess. |
Now Gollum was in a much worse state than
when Bilbo had asked him the egg-question. He hissed and spluttered and
rocked himself backwards and forwards, and slapped his feet on the
floor, and wriggled and squirmed; but still he did not dare to waste his
last guess. |
| "Come on!" said Bilbo. "I am
waiting!" He tried to sound bold and cheerful, but he did not feel
at all sure how the game was going to end, whether Gollum guessed right
or not. |
"Come on!" said Bilbo. "I am
waiting!" He tried to sound bold and cheerful, but he did not feel
at all sure how the game was going to end, whether Gollum guessed right
or not. |
| "Time's up!" he said. |
"Time's up!" he said. |
| "String, or nothing!" shrieked
Gollum, which was not quite fair—working in two guesses at once. |
"String, or nothing!" shrieked
Gollum, which was not quite fair—working in two guesses at once. |
| "Both wrong," cried Bilbo very much
relieved; and he jumped at once to his feet, put his back to the nearest
wall, and held out his little sword. But funnily
enough he need not have been alarmed. For one thing Gollum had learned
long long ago was never, never, to cheat at the riddle-game, which is a
sacred one and of immense antiquity. Also there was the sword. He simply
sat and whispered. |
"Both wrong," cried Bilbo very much
relieved; and he jumped at once to his feet, put his back to the nearest
wall, and held out his little sword. He knew, of
course, that the riddle-game was sacred and of immense antiquity, and
even wicked creatures were afraid to cheat when they played at it. But
he felt he could not trust this slimy thing to keep any promise at a
pinch. any excuse would do for him to slide out of it. And after all
that last question had not been a genuine riddle according to the
ancient laws.
But
at any rate Gollum did not at once attack him. he could see the sword in
Bilbo's hand. He sat still, shivering and whispering. At last Bilbo
could wait no longer. |
| "What about the
present? asked Bilbo, not that he cared very much, still he felt that he
had won it, pretty fairly, and in very difficult circumstances too. |
"Well?" he
said. "What about your promise? I want to go. You must show me the
way." |
| "Must we give it
the thing, preciouss? Yess, we must! We must fetch it, preciouss, and
give it the present we promised." So Gollum paddled back to his
boat, and Bilbo thought he had heard the last of him. But he had not.
The hobbit was just thinking of going back up the passage—having had
quite enough of Gollum and the dark water's edge—when he heard him
wailing and squeaking away in the gloom. He was on his island (of which,
of course, Bilbo knew nothing), scrabbling here and there, searching and
seeking in vain, and turning out his pockets. |
"Did we say so,
precious? Show the nassty little Baggins the way out, yes, yes. But what
has it got in its pocketses, eh? Not string, precious, but not nothing.
Oh no! gollum!"
"Never
you mind," said Bilbo. "A promise is a promise."
"Cross
it is, impatient, precious," hissed Gollum. "But it must wait,
yes it must. We can't go up the tunnels so hasty. We must go and get
some things first, yes, things to help us."
Well,
hurry up!" said Bilbo, relieved to think of Gollum going away. He
thought he was just making an excuse and did not mean to come back. What
was Gollum talking about? What useful thing could he keep out on the
dark lake? But he was wrong. Gollum did mean to come back. He was angry
now and hungry. And he was a miserable wicked creature, and already he
had a plan.
Not
far away was his island, of which Bilbo knew nothing, and there in his
hiding-place he kept a few wretched oddments, and one very beautiful
thing, very beautiful, very wonderful. He had a ring, a golden ring, a
precious ring.
"My
birthday-present!" he whispered to himself, as he had often done in
the endless dark days. "That's what we wants now, yes; we wants
it!"
He
wanted it because it was a ring of power, and if you slipped that ring
on your finger, you were invisible; only in the full sunlight could you
be seen, and then only by your shadow, and that would be shaky and
faint.
"My
birthday-present! It came to me on my birthday, my precious." So he
had always said to himself. But who knows when such rings were still at
large in the world? Perhaps even the Master who ruled them could not
have said. Gollum used to wear it at first, till it tired him; and then
he kept it in a pouch next to his skin, till it galled him; and now
usually he hid it in a hole in the rock on his island, and was always
going back to look at it. And still sometimes he put it on, when he
could not bear to be parted from it any longer, or when he was very,
very, hungry, and tired of fish. Then he would creep along dark passages
looking for stray goblins. He might even venture into places
where the torches were lit and made his eyes blink and smart; for he
would be safe. Oh yes, quite safe. No one would
see him, no one would notice him, till he had his fingers on their
throat. Only a few hours ago he had worn it, and caught a small
goblin-imp. How it squeaked! He still had a bone or two left to gnaw,
but he wanted something softer.
"Quite
safe, yes," he whispered to himself. "It won't see us, will
it, my precious? No. It won't see us, and its nasty little sword will be
useless, yes quite."
That
is what was in his wicked little mind, as he slipped suddenly from
Bilbo's side, and flapped back to his boat, and went off into the dark.
Bilbo thought he had heard the last of him. Still he waited a while; for
he had no idea how to find his way out alone.
Suddenly
he heard a screech. It sent a shiver down his back. Gollum was cursing
and wailing away in the gloom, not very far off by the sound of it. He
was on his island, scrabbling here and there, searching and seeking in
vain. |
| "Where iss it? Where iss it?" Bilbo
heard him squeaking. "Lost, lost, my
preciouss, lost, lost! Bless us and splash us!
We haven't the present we
promised, and we haven't even got it for ourselves." |
"Where iss it? Where iss it?" Bilbo
heard him crying. "Losst
it is, my precious, lost lost! Curse
us and crush us, my precious is lost!" |
| Bilbo turned round and
waited, wondering what it could be that the creature was making such a
fuss about. this proved very fortunate afterwards. For Gollum came back
and made a tremendous spluttering and whispering and croaking; and in
the end Bilbo gathered that Gollum had had a ring—a wonderful,
beautiful ring, a ring that he had been given for a birthday present,
ages and ages before in the old days when such rings were less uncommon.
Sometimes he had it in his pocket; usually he kept it in a little hole
in the rock on his island; sometimes he wore it—when he was very, very
hungry, and tired of fish, and crept along dark passages looking for
stray goblins. The he might even venture into places where the
torches were lit and made his eyes blink and smart; for he would be
safe. Oh yes! very nearly safe; for if you slipped
that ring on your finger, you were invisible; only in the sunlight could
you be seen, and then only by your shadow, and that was a faint and
shaky sort of shadow.
I
don't know how many times Gollum begged Bilbo's pardon. He kept on
saying: "We are ssorry; we didn't mean to cheat, we meant to give
it our only only pressent, if it won the competition." He even
offered to catch Bilbo some nice juicy fish to eat as a consolation.
Bilbo
shuddered at the thought of it. "No thank you!" he said as
politely as he could. |
"What's the
matter?" Bilbo called. "What have you lost?"
"It
mustn't ask us," shrieked Gollum. "Not its business, no,
gollum! It's losst, gollum, gollum, gollum."
"Well
so am I," cried Bilbo, "and I want to get unlost. And I won
the game, and you promised. So come along! Come and let me out, and then
go on with your looking!" Utterly miserable as Gollum sounded,
Bilbo could not find much pity in his heart, and he had a feeling that
anything Gollum wanted so much could hardly be something good.
"Come along!" he shouted.
"No,
not yet, precious!" Gollum answered. "We must search for it,
it's lost, gollum."
"But
you never guessed my last question, and you promised," said Bilbo.
"Never
guessed!" said Gollum. Then suddenly out of the gloom came a sharp
hiss. "What has it got in its pocketses? Tell us that. It must tell
first."
|
| He was thinking hard,
and the idea came to him that Gollum must have dropped that ring
sometime and that he must have found it, and that he had that very ring
in his pocket. But he had the wits not to tell Gollum.
"Finding's
keeping!" he said to himself; and being in a very tight place, I
daresay, he was right. Anyway the ring belonged to him now.
"Never
mind!" he said. "The ring would have been mine now, if you had
found it; so you would have lost it anyway. And I will let you off on
one condition."
"Yes,
what iss it? What does it wish us to do, my precious?"
"Help
me to get out of these places," said Bilbo.
Now
Gollum had to agree to this, if he was not to cheat. He still very much
wanted just to try what the stranger tasted like; but now he had to give
up all idea of it. Still, there was the little sword; and the stranger
was wide awake and on the look out, not unsuspecting as Gollum liked to
have things which he attacked. So perhaps it was best after all.
That
is how Bilbo got to know that the tunnel ended at the water and went no
further on the other side where the mountain wall was dark and solid. He
also learned that he ought to have turned down one of the side passages
to the right before he came to the bottom; but he could not follow
Gollum's directions for finding it again on the way up, and he made the
wretched creature come and show him the way.
As
they went along up the tunnel together, Gollump flip-flapping at his
side, Bilbo going very softly, he thought he would try the ring. He
slipped it on his finger.
"Where
iss it? Where iss it gone to?" said Gollum at once, peering about
with his long eyes.
"Here
I am, following behind!" said Bilbo slipping off the ring again,
and feeling very pleased to have it and to find that it really did what
Gollum said. |
As
far as Bilbo knew, there was no particular reason why he should not
tell. Gollum's mind had jumped to a guess quicker than his; naturally,
for Gollum had brooded for ages on this one thing, and he was always
afraid of its being stolen. But Bilbo was annoyed at the delay. After
all, he had won the game, pretty fairly, at a horrible risk.
"Answers were to be guessed not given," he said.
"But it wasn't a
fair question," said Gollum. "Not a riddle, precious,
no."
"Oh
well, if it's a matter of ordinary questions," Bilbo replied,
"then I asked one first. What have you lost? Tell me that!"
"What
has it got in its pocketses?" The sound came hissing louder and
sharper, and as he looked towards it, to his alarm, Bilbo now saw two
small points of light peering at him. As suspicion grew in Gollum's
mind, the light of his eyes burned with a pale flame.
"What
have you lost?" Bilbo persisted.
But
now the light in Gollum's eyes had become a green fire, and it was
coming swiftly nearer. Gollum was in his boat again, paddling wildly
back to the dark shore; and such a rage of loss and suspicion was in his
heart that no sword had any more terror for him.
Bilbo
could not guess what had maddened the wretched creature, but he saw that
all was up, and that Gollum meant to murder him at any rate. Just in
time he turned and ran blindly back up the dark passage down which he
had come, keeping close to the wall and feeling it with his left hand.
"What
has it got in its pocketses?" he heard the hiss loud behind him,
and the splash as Gollum leapt from his boat. "What have I, I
wonder?" he said to himself, as he panted and stumbled along. He
put his left hand in his pocket. The ring felt very cold as it quietly
slipped on to his groping forefinger. The
hiss was close behind him. he turned now and saw Gollum's eyes like
small green lamps coming up the slope. Terrified he tried to run faster,
but suddenly he struck his toes on a snag in the floor, and fell flat
with his little sword under him. In
a moment Gollum was on him. But before Bilbo could do anything, recover
his breath, pick himself up, or wave his sword, Gollum passed by, taking
no notice of him, cursing and whispering as he ran. What
could it mean? Gollum could see in the dark. bilbo could see the light
of his eyes palely shining even from behind. Painfully he got up, and
sheathed his sword, which was now glowing faintly again, then very
cautiously he followed. There seemed nothing else to do. it was no good
crawling back down to Gollum's water. Perhaps if he followed him, Gollum
might lead him to some way of escape without meaning to. "Curse
it! curse it! curse it!" hissed Gollum. "Curse the Baggins!
It's gone! What has it got in its pocketses? Oh we guess, we guess, my
precious. He's found it, yes he must have. My birthday-present." Bilbo
pricked up his ears. He was at last beginning to guess himself. He
hurried a little, getting as close as he dared behind Gollum, who was
still going quickly, not looking back, but turning his head from side to
side, as Bilbo could see from the faint glimmer on the walls. "My
birthday-present! Curse it! How did we lose it, my precious? Yes, that's
it. When we came this way last, when we twisted that nassty young
squeaker. That's it. Curse it! It slipped from us, after all these ages
and ages! It's gone, gollum!" Suddenly
Gollum sat down and began to weep, a whistling and gurgling sound
horrible to listen to. Bilbo halted and flattened himself against the
tunnel-wall. After a while Gollum stopped weeping and began to talk. He
seemed to be having an argument with himself. "It's
no good going back there to search, no. We doesn't remember all the
places we've visited. and it's no use. The Baggins has got it in its
pocketses; the nassty noser has found it, we ways. "We
guesses, precious, only guesses. We can't know till we find the nassty
creature and squeezes it. But it doesn't know what the present can do,
does it? It'll just keep it in its pocketses. It doesn't know, and it
can't go far. It's lost itself, the nassty nosey thing. It doesn't know
the way out. It said so. "It
said so, yes; but it's tricksy. It doesn't say what it means. It won't
say what it's got in its pocketses. It knows. It knows a way in, it must
know a way out, yes. It's off to the back-door. to the back-door, that's
it. "The
goblins will catch it then. It can't get out that way, precious. "Ssss,
sss, gollum! Goblinses! Yes, but if it's got the present, our precious
present, then goblinses will get it, gollum! They'll find it, they'll
find out what it does. We shan't ever be safe again, never, gollum! One
of the goblinses will put it on, and then no one will see him. He'll be
there but not seen. Not even our clever eyeses will notice him; and
he'll come creepsy and tricksy and catch us, gollum, gollum!" "Then
let's stop talking, precious, and make haste. If the Baggins has gone
that way, we must go quick and see. Go! Not far now. Make haste!" With
a spring Gollum got up and started shambling off at a great pace. Bilbo
hurried after him, still cautiously, though his chief fear now was of
tripping on another snag and falling with a noise. His head was in a
whirl of hope and wonder. It seemed that the ring was a magic ring: it
made you invisible! He had heard of such things, of course, in old old
tales; but it was hard to believe that he really had found one, by
accident. Still there it was: Gollum with his bright eyes had passed him
by, only a yard to one side. |
| Now on they went again,
while Gollum counted the passages to left and right: "One left, one
right, two right, three right, two left," and so on. He began to
get very shaky and afraid as they left the water further and further
behind; but at last he stopped by a low opening on their left (going
up)—"six right, four left." |
On they went, Gollum
flip-flapping ahead, hissing and cursing; Bilbo behind going as softly
as a hobbit can. Soon they came to places where, as Bilbo had noticed on
the way down, side-passages opened, this way and that. Gollum began at
once to count them.
"One
left, yes. One right, yes. Two right, yes, yes. Two left, yes,
yes." And so on and on.
As
the count grew he slowed down, and he began to get shaky and weepy; for
he was leaving the water further and further behind, and he was getting
afraid. Goblins might be about, and he had lost his ring. At last he
stopped by a low opening, on their left as they went up.
"Seven
right, yes. Six left, yes!" he whispered. "This is it. This is
the way to the back-door, yes. Here's the passage." |
| "Here'ss
the passage," he whispered. "It musst squeeze in and sneak
down. We durstn't go with it, my preciouss, no we durstn't, gollum!" |
He peered in and shrank
back. "But we durstn't go in, precious, no we durstn't. Goblinses
down there. Lots of golinses. We smells them. Ssss!"
So
they came to a dead stop. Gollum had brought Bilbo to the way out after
all, but Bilbo could not get in! There was Gollum sitting humped up
right in the opening, and his eyes gleamed cold in his head, as he
swayed it from side to side between his knees. |
| So Bilbo slipped under
the arch, and said good-bye to the nasty miserable creature; and very
glad he was. He did not feel comfortable until he felt quite sure it was
gone, and he kept his head out in the main tunnel listening until the
flip-flap of Gollum going back to his boat died away in the darkness.
Then he went down the new passage. |
Bilbo crept away from
the wall more quietly than a mouse; but Gollum stiffened at once, and
sniffed, and his eyes went green. He hissed softly but menacingly. 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. He seemed to
be crouched right down with his flat hands splayed on the floor, and his
head thrust out, nose almost to the stone. Though he was only a black
shadow in the gleam of his own eyes, Bilbo could see or feel that he was
tense as a bowstring, gathered for a spring.
Bilbo
almost stopped breathing, and went stiff himself. He was desperate. He
must get away, out of this horrible darkness, while he had any strength
left. He must fight. He must stab the foul thing, put its eyes out, kill
it. It meant to kill him. No, not a fair fight. He was invisible now.
Gollum had no sword. Gollum had not actually threatened to kill him, or
tried to yet. And he was miserable, alone, lost. A sudden understanding,
a pity mixed with horror, welled up in Bilbo's heart: a glimpse of
endless unmarked days without light or hope of betterment, hard stone,
cold fish, sneaking and whispering. All these thoughts passed in a flash
of a second. He trembled. And then quite suddenly in another flash, as
if lifted by a new strength and resolve, he leaped.
No
great leap for a man, but a leap in the dark. Straight over Gollum's
head he jumped, seven feet forward and three in the air; indeed, had he
known it, he only just missed cracking his skull on the low arch of the
passage.
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. He did not turn to see what
Gollum was doing. There was a hissing and cursing almost at his heels at
first, then it stopped. All at once there came a blood-curdling shriek,
filled with hatred and despair. Gollum was defeated. He dared go no
further. He had lost: lost his prey, and lost, too, the only thing he
had ever cared for, his precious. The cry brought Bilbo's heart to his
mouth, but still he held on. Now faint as an echo, but menacing, the
voice came behind:
"Thief,
thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it, we hates it, we hates it for
ever!"
Then
there was a silence. But that too seemed menacing to Bilbo. "If
goblins are so near that he smelt them," he thought, "then
they'll have heard his shrieking and cursing. Careful now, or this way
will lead you to worse things." |
| It was a low
narrow one roughly made. It was all right for
the hobbit, except when he stubbed his toes
in the dark on nasty jags in the
floor; but it must have been a bit low for
goblins. Perhaps it was not knowing that
goblins are used to this sort of thing, and go along
quite fast stooping low with their hands almost on the
floor, that made Bilbo forget the danger of meeting them and hurry
forward recklessly. |
The passage was low
and roughly made. 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. "A bit low for goblins,
at least for the big ones," thought Bilbo, not knowing that
even the big ones, the orcs of the mountains, go along
at a great speed stooping low with their hands almost on the
ground. |
| Soon the passage began to go up again, and
after a while it climbed steeply. That slowed him
down. But at last after some time the slope
stopped, the passage turned a corner and dipped down again, and at the
bottom of a short incline he saw filtering round another corner—a glimmer
of light. Not red light as of fire or lantern, but pale ordinary
out-of-doors sort of light. Then he began
to run. Scuttling along as fast as his little
legs would carry him he turned the corner and came suddenly right into
an open place where the light, after all
that time in the dark, seemed dazzlingly bright. Really it was only a
leak of sunshine in through a doorway, where a great door, a stone door,
was left a little open. |
Soon the passage that
had been sloping down began to go up again, and after a while it
climbed steeply. That slowed Bilbo down.
But at last the slope stopped, the passage turned a corner, and dipped
down again, and there, at the bottom of a
short incline, he saw, filtering round another corner—a glimpse
of light. Not red light, as of fire or lantern, but a
pale out-of-doors sort of light. Then Bilbo
began to run.
Scuttling
as fast as his legs would carry him he turned the last
corner and came suddenly right into an open space,
where the light, after all that time in the dark, seemed dazzlingly
bright. Really it was only a leak of sunshine in through a doorway,
where a great door, a stone door, was left standing
open. |
| Bilbo blinked, and then he
suddenly saw the goblins: goblins in full armour with drawn
swords sitting just inside the door, and watching it with wide eyes, and
the passage that led to it!
They saw him sooner than he saw them, and with yells of delight they
rushed upon him. |
Bilbo blinked, and then suddenly
he saw the goblins: goblins in full armour with drawn swords
sitting just inside the door, and watching it with wide eyes, and watching
the passage that led to it. They
were aroused, alert, ready for anything. |
| Whether it was accident or
presence of mind, I don't know. Accident, I think, because the hobbit
was not used yet to his new treasure. Anyway he slipped the ring on his
left hand—and the goblins stopped short. They could not see a
sign of him. Then they yelled twice as loud
as before, but not so delightedly. |
They saw him sooner than he saw them. Yes,
they saw him. Whether it was an accident, or
a last trick of the ring before it took a new master, it was not on his
finger. With yells of delight the goblins rushed upon him.
A
pang of fear and loss, like an echo of Gollum's misery, smote Bilbo, and
forgetting even to draw his sword he stuck his hands into his pockets.
And there was the ring still, in his left pocket, and it slipped on his
finger. The goblins stopped short. They could not see a sign of
him. He had vanished. They yelled twice as
loud as before, but not so delightedly. |
| "Where is it?" they cried. |
"Where is it?" they cried. |
| "Go back up the passage!" some
shouted. |
"Go back up the passage!" some
shouted. |
| "This way!" some yelled. "That
way!" others yelled. |
"This way!" some yelled. "That
way!" others yelled. |
| "Look out for the door," bellowed
the captain. |
"Look out for the door," bellowed
the captain. |
| Whistles blew, armour clashed, swords
rattled, goblins cursed and swore and rather hither and thither, falling
over one another and getting very angry. There was a terrible outcry,
to-do, and disturbance. |
Whistles blew, armour clashed, swords
rattled, goblins cursed and swore and rather hither and thither, falling
over one another and getting very angry. There was a terrible outcry,
to-do, and disturbance. |
| Bilbo was dreadfully frightened, but he had
the sense to understand what had happened and to sneak behind a big
barrel which held drink for the goblin-guards, and so get out of the way
and avoid being bumped into, trampled to death, or caught by feel. |
Bilbo was dreadfully frightened, but he had
the sense to understand what had happened and to sneak behind a big
barrel which held drink for the goblin-guards, and so get out of the way
and avoid being bumped into, trampled to death, or caught by feel. |
| "I must get to the door, I must get to
the door!" he kept on saying to himself, but it was a long time
before he ventured to try. Then it was like a horrible game of
blind-man's-buff [sic]. the place was full of goblins running about, and
the poor little hobbit dodged this way and that, was knocked over by a
goblin who could not make out what he had bumped into, scrambled away on
all fours, slipped between the legs of the captain just in time, got up,
and ran for the door. |
"I must get to the door, I must get to
the door!" he kept on saying to himself, but it was a long time
before he ventured to try. Then it was like a horrible game of
blind-man's-buff [sic]. the place was full of goblins running about, and
the poor little hobbit dodged this way and that, was knocked over by a
goblin who could not make out what he had bumped into, scrambled away on
all fours, slipped between the legs of the captain just in time, got up,
and ran for the door. |
| It was still ajar, but a goblin had pushed it
nearly to. Bilbo struggled but he could not move it. He tried to squeeze
through the crack. He squeezed and squeezed, and he stuck! It was awful.
His buttons had got wedged on the edge of the door and
the door-post. He could see outside into the open air: there were a few
steps running down into a narrow valley between tall mountains; the sun
came out from behind a cloud and shone bright on the outside of the
door—but he could not get through. |
It was still ajar, but a goblin had pushed it
nearly to. Bilbo struggled but he could not move it. He tried to squeeze
through the crack. He squeezed and squeezed, and he stuck! It was awful.
His buttons had got wedged on the edge of the door and the door-post. He
could see outside into the open air: there were a few steps running down
into a narrow valley between tall mountains; the sun came out from
behind a cloud and shone bright on the outside of the door—but he
could not get through. |
| Suddenly one of the goblins inside shouted:
"There is a shadow by the door. Something is outside!" |
Suddenly one of the goblins inside shouted:
"There is a shadow by the door. Something is outside!" |
| Bilbo's heart jumped into his mouth. He gave
a terrific squirm. Buttons burst off in all directions. He was through,
with a torn coat and waistcoat, leaping down the steps like a goat,
while bewildered goblins were still picking up his nice brass buttons on
the doorstep. |
Bilbo's heart jumped into his mouth. He gave
a terrific squirm. Buttons burst off in all directions. He was through,
with a torn coat and waistcoat, leaping down the steps like a goat,
while bewildered goblins were still picking up his nice brass buttons on
the doorstep. |
| Of course they soon came down after him,
hooting and hallooing, and hunting among the trees. But they don't like
the sun: it makes their legs wobble and their heads giddy. They could
not find Bilbo with the ring on, slipping in and out of the shadow of
the trees, running quick and quiet, and keeping out of the sun; so soon
they went back grumbling and cursing to guard the door. Bilbo had
escaped. |
Of course they soon came down after him,
hooting and hallooing, and hunting among the trees. But they don't like
the sun: it makes their legs wobble and their heads giddy. They could
not find Bilbo with the ring on, slipping in and out of the shadow of
the trees, running quick and quiet, and keeping out of the sun; so soon
they went back grumbling and cursing to guard the door. Bilbo had
escaped. |