The Hobbit Page #2

This hand points from these runes to...

Bless my soul!

A secret entrance!

- A hidden passage to the Lower Halls!

- Excellent, burgler!

- I'm really quite good with maps.

- Let me see.

Yes, quite correct.

But, has it remained

a secret all these years?

It's too small for Smaug to use.

And it's covered by a door made looking

exactly like the side of the mountain.

Here is the key. Keep it safe.

But of course I will!

But... if the secret door

is hidden, how do we find it?

- The map doesn't tell.

- It does and it doesn't.

You will understand in time.

Behold, at last. Rivendell!

The hidden valley of the elves,

where Elrond dwelles.

Simply enchanting!

- But we must be on.

- Pity.

Elvish singing is not a thing to miss...

... in June under

the stars. But...

My dear Elrond,

your hospitality is magnificent.

The food, the vine,

the stories, the music.

Yes, but we've

much to accomplish.

You promised to have a look

at these troll swords after all feast.

Yes, yes, of course.

The first of all,

they're not troll-make.

They must have been stolen.

They were made for the goblin-wars.

This sword, Thorin, the runes name

Orcrist, the Goblin-cleaver.

- And mine?

- Glamdring, the Foe-hammer.

- Keep them well.

- I will keep this in honour.

- Now show me your map.

- I have it here.

Something's strange. Let's see.

Yes, indeed!

There are moon-letters here! See?

What are moon-letters?

Runes that can only be seen

when the moon shines behind them.

They give directions

for finding the secret door.

"Stand by the grey stone

when the thrush knocks,

... and the last light

of the setting sun...

... will shine upon the keyhole."

This way!

Shelter!

A dry cave!

Now, get some sleep, men.

We found a perfect place to camp.

Dwarves have a strange

notion of perfection.

And where's Gandalf?

Gone again?

I wish I was a wizard!

Hello! What's this?

Look out!

The ponies! The ponies!

Wake up! We've been robbed!

The goblins are upon us!

Save the ponies from the goblins!

Trapped!

The goblins have us!

Who are these miserable persons?

Thorin, at your service.

We did not mean to trespass.

We were merely seeking

shelter from the storm.

He is a liar, oh,

truly tremendous one.

Ask him to explain his weapon!

This sword is named Orcrist,

the Goblin-cleaver!

Murderers!

Elf-friends!

Stop!

I know that sword!

It is called:
Glamdring,

the Foe-hammer!

Gandalf! Good old Gandalf!

Follow me! Quickly!

Through here! Follow me!

Bilbo!

He is gone!

Bilbo, where are you?

My precious.

It is my precious.

Hello, my precious.

Bless us and splash us.

Food for my precious.

Eggs and bacon. ---.

--- and sweet butter.

What is that noise, my precious?

My precious does not know.

Bless my soul!

Hello! What's this?

A souvenir to show the neighbours

back home. If I ever get home.

Oh, who are you?

Bless us, my precious.

A tasty morsel it would make us.

What is it, my precious?

I am Mr. Bilbo Baggins.

I've lost my dwarves,

my wizard and my way.

Mind you, I'm armed

with an elvish blade!

That's better.

Perhaps you know the way out?

Perhaps ye sits here...

... and chats with it

a bitsy, my preciousss.

It... likes ... riddles?

Do I like riddles?

Well, yes, after a fashion.

It must have

a competition with us.

If precious asks

and it doesn't answer...

... we eat it, my precious.

Oh, I say!

But if it asks us...

... and we doesn't answer...

... then we...

... shows it...

...the way out!

- It seems I have no choice.

- My precious...

... we makes the first riddle.

Voiceless it cries,

Wingless flutters,

Toothless bites,

Mouthless mutters.

Can it...

... guess...

... the answer?

Half a moment.

Is it nice, my precious?

Is it juicy?

Gluey? Tacky?

Is it scrumptious?

If you please!

Wind!

Wind is the answer!

Now, my turn.

A box without hinges, key, or lid,

Yet golden treasure inside is hid,

Let us give us

a chance, my precious.

Eggs!

Eggs, it is!

Oh, buffer!

Us, now! Now, us, my precious.

I'm a quitter with anticipation!

Now...

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.

Well, interesting.

Yes, now, let me see.

What is the answer?

What is the answer?

Just a moment now!

My precious...

... will it taste delicious?

Yes! It will!

- Give me some time.

- What...

What does it say?

I said:
time! Time!

Whatever is the matter?

It guess!

Time is the answer!

It is?

I knew it all along.

That's an old one.

Well, fun is fun.

Now couldn't we get out of here?

No! It's got to ask us another

riddle, my precious! Yes! Yes!

Oh, blessed! I can't

think of another one.

Ask! Ask!

Oh, very well.

- What have I got in my pocket?

- Not fair! Not fair...

to ask my precious...

... what it's got in

its nassty little...

... pocketses?

I'm sorry. That's my riddle.

If you can't guess it,

you lose. And show me out!

Oh, my precious loses!

But first...

... my precious shows it his...

... something pretty.

- You wish to show me something?

- My birthday present.

Wait! Where are you going?

My precious finds a ring...

... on his birthday...

...long ago.

A golden ring.

A magic ring!

We must get my precious, my birthday

present, from its hiding place.

Now, what?

You'll never guess

my pocket contains this.

Bless my soul!

Where is it?

My golden ring!

My magic ring!

It is lost!

Lost!

Lost!

Precious! My precious!

My ring, lost!

My precious remembers.

He wears it before...

... and he drops it on the shore!

Curse it! Curse the Baggins!

He found it!

My ring!

My birthday present!

Am I he does carry on?

Bless my soul!

The ring?

Yes, most definitely.

My precious! We find it!

We find it! The Baggins.

My precious will crush it...

... and smash it!

Better does this.

Where is it?

Where is it?

It is tricksy.

It says it doesn't know

the way out...

... but it knows a way in,

my precious.

It must...

... know a way out!

It's off to the back door.

My precious must make haste

to the back door.

To the back door!

How convenient.

Well, follow the leader.

It's not here, my precious.

Escaped! Escaped!

Thief!

Thief!

Baggins!

We hate it!

Hate it for ever!

You see, Gollum thought I knew the way out,

and wished trying to head me off.

I merely followed him to the exit.

We had to fight our way

through the goblin guard.

- How is it they didn't see you?

- Oh, well...

... the art of burgling is really, you know,...

... the art of being unobtrusive.

Invisible, sort of speak.

Your story, Bilbo, has the ring of truth.

Yes, it rings true.

You need say no more. We best gotta move on.

There are still goblins about.

Oh, bother! More mountains?

No. Don't you see?

The sun is setting in the west,

behind the mountains.

We are on the other side

to the edge of the Land Beyond.

- A warg!

- With the goblins!

- Help!

- We can't crawl any higher!

- Oh, my arms.

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