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           Thorin,ofcourse,wasreallythegrandsonoftheKingundertheMountain,andthereisnoknowingwhatadwarfwillnotdareanddoforrevengeortherecoveryofhisown.ButtheMasterwasnotsorryatalltoletthemgo.Theywereexpensivetokeep,andtheirarrivalhadturnedthingsintoalongholidayinwhichbusinesswasatastandstill."LetthemgoandbotherSmaug,andseehowhewelcomesthem!"hethought."Certainly,OThorinThrain’ssonThror’sson!"waswhathesaid."Youmustclaimyourown.Thehourisathand,spokenofold.Whathelpwecanoffershallbeyours,andwetrusttoyourgratitudewhenyourkingdomisregained."Sooneday,althoughautumnwasnowgettingfaron,andwindswerecold,andleaveswerefallingfast,threelargeboatsleftLake-town,ladenwithrowers,dwarves,Mr.Baggins,andmanyprovisions.Horsesandponieshadbeensentroundbycircuitouspathstomeetthemattheirappointedlanding-place.TheMasterandhiscouncillorsbadethemfarewellfromthegreatstepsofthetown-hallthatwentdowntothelake.Peoplesangonthequaysandoutofwindows.Thewhiteoarsdippedandsplashed,andofftheywentnorthupthelakeonthelaststageoftheirlongjourney.TheonlypersonthoroughlyunhappywasBilbo.