JRR Tolkien Hobbit
Tolkien J. R. R. hobbit
Hobbit
Hobbit (2)
Chmielewska Joanna Wielki diament T 1 (2)
Harry Potter IV Czara Ognia
Gordon R. Dickson Smok i Jerzy 7 Smok i sekaty krol
LSG46
rozdzial 19 (43)
lampart
[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
.Fili and Kili were almost in merry mood, andfinding still hanging there many golden harps strung with silver they tookthem and struck them; and being magical (and also untouched by the dragon,who had small interests in music) they were still in tune.The dark hall wasfilled with a melody that had long been silent.But most of the dwarves weremore practical; they gathered gems and stuffed their pockets, and let whatthey could not carry far back through their fingers with a sigh.Thorin wasnot least among these; but always he searched from side to side forsomething which he could not find.It was the Arkenstone but he spoke of ityet to no one.Now the dwarves took down mail and weapons from the walls, and armedthemselves.Royal indeed did Thorin look, clad in a coat of gold-platedrings, with a silver hafted axe in a belt crusted with scarlet stones."Mr.Baggins!" he cried."Here is the first payment of your reward!Cast off your old coat and put on this!"With that he put on Bilbo a small coat of mail, wrought for some youngelf-prince long ago.It was of silver-steel which the elves call mithril,and with it went a belt of pearls and crystals.A light helm of figuredleather, strengthened beneath with hoops of steel, and studded about thebring with white gems, was set upon the hobbit's head."I feel magnificent," he thought; "but I expect I look rather absurd.How they would laugh on the Hill at home Still I wish there was alooking-glass handy!"All the same Mr.Baggins kept his head more clear of the bewitchment ofthe hoard than the dwarves did.Long before the dwarves were tired ofexamining the treasures he became wary of it and sat down on the floor; andhe began to wonder nervously what the end of it all would be"I would give a good many of these precious goblets, thought, "for adrink of something cheering out of one Beorn's wooden bowls!""Thorin!" he cried aloud."What next? We are armed, but what good hasany armour ever been before against Smaug the Dreadful? This treasure is notyet won back.We are not looking for gold yet, but for a way of escape; andwe have tempted luck too long!"'"You speak the truth!" answered Thorin, recovering his wits."Let usgo! I will guide you.Not in a thousand years should I forget the ways ofthis palace." Then he hailed the others, and they gathered together, andholding their torches above their heads they passed through the gapingdoors, not without many a backward glance of longing.Their glittering mail they had covered again with their old cloaks andtheir bright helms with their tattered hoods, and one by one they walkedbehind Thorin, a line of little lights in the darkness that halted often,listening in fear once more for any rumour of the dragon's coming.Thoughall the old adornments were long mouldered or destroyed, and though all wasbefouled and blasted with the comings and goings of the monster, Thorin knewevery passage and every turn.They climbed long stairs, and turned and wentdown wide echoing ways, and turned again and climbed yet more stairs, andyet more' stairs again.These were smooth, cut out of the living rock broad and lair; and up,up, the dwarves went, and they met no sign of any living thing, only furtiveshadows that fled from the approach of their torches fluttering in thedraughts.The steps were not made, all the same, for hobbit-legs, and Bilbowas just feeling that he could go on no longer, when suddenly the roofsprang high and far beyond the reach of their torch-light.A white glimmercould be seen coming through some opening far above, and the air smeltsweeter.Before them light came dimly through great doors, that hung twistedon their hinges and half burnt."This is the great chamber of Thror," said Thorin; "the hall offeasting and of council.Not far off now is the Front Gate."They passed through the ruined chamber.Tables were rotting there;chairs and benches were lying there overturned, charred and decaying.Skullsand bones were upon the floor among flagons and bowls and brokendrinking-horns and dust.As they came through yet more doors at the furtherend, a sound of water fell upon their ears, and the grey light grew suddenlymore full."There is the birth of the Running River," said Thorin."From here ithastens to the Gate.Let us follow it!"Out of a dark opening in a wall of rock there issued a boiling water,and it flowed swirling in a narrow channel, carved and made straight anddeep by the cunning of ancient hands.Beside it ran a stone-paved road, wideenough for many men abreast.Swiftly along this they ran, and round awide-sweeping turn-and behold! before them stood the broad light of day.Infront there rose a tall arch, still showing the fragments of old carven workwithin, worn and splintered and blackened though it was.A misty sun sentits pale light between the arms of the Mountain, and beams of gold fell onthe pavement at the threshold.A whirl of bats frightened from slumber by their smoking torchesflurried over them; as they sprang forward their feet slithered on stonesrubbed smooth and slimed by the passing of the dragon.Now before them thewater fell noisily outward and foamed down towards the valley.They flungtheir pale torches to the ground, and stood gazing out with dazzled eyes.They were come to the Front Gate, and were looking out upon Dale."Well!" said Bilbo, "I never expected to be looking out of this door.And I never expected to be so pleased to see the sun again, and to feel thewind on my face.But, ow! this wind is cold!"It was.A bitter easterly breeze blew with a threat of oncoming winter.It swirled over and round the arms of the Mountain into the valley, andsighed among the rocks.After their long time in the stewing depths of thedragon-haunted caverns, they shivered in the sun.Suddenly Bilbo realizedthat he was not only tired but also very hungry indeed."It seems to be latemorning," he said, "and so I suppose it is more or less breakfast-time -- ifthere is any breakfast to have.But I don't feel that Smaug's front doorstepis the safest place for a meal.Do let's go somewhere where we can sit quietfor a bit!""Quite right!" said Balin."And I think I know which way we should go:we ought to make for the old look-out post at the Southwest corner of theMountain.""How far is that?" asked the hobbit."Five hours march, I should think.It will be rough going.The roadfrom the Gate along the left edge of the stream seems all broken up.Butlook down there! The river loops suddenly east across Dale in front of theruined town.At that point there was once a bridge, leading to steep stairsthat climbed up the right bank, and so to a road running towards Ravenhill.There is (or was) a path that left the road and climbed up to the post.Ahard climb, too, even if the old steps are still there.""Dear me!" grumbled the hobbit [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
