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Flies and Spiders
Theyglimmeredintheshadows.BeforeThorincouldcryoutthreeofthedwarveshadleapedtotheirfeetandloosedoffarrowsfromtheirbows.Noneseemedtofindtheirmark.Thedeerturnedandvanishedinthetreesassilentlyastheyhadcome,andinvainthedwarvesshottheirarrowsafterthem.
"Stop!stop!"shoutedThorin;butitwastoolate,theexciteddwarveshadwastedtheirlastarrows,andnowthebowsthatBeornhadgiventhemwereuseless.
Theywereagloomypartythatnight,andthegloomgatheredstilldeeperontheminthefollowingdays.Theyhadcrossedtheenchantedstream;butbeyonditthepathseemedtostraggleonjustasbefore,andintheforesttheycouldseenochange.Yetiftheyhadknownmoreaboutitandconsideredthemeaningofthehuntandthewhitedeerthathadappearedupontheirpath,theywouldhaveknownthattheywereatlastdrawingtowardstheeasternedge,andwouldsoonhavecome,iftheycouldhavekeptuptheircourageandtheirhope,tothinnertreesandplaceswherethesunlightcameagain.Buttheydidnotknowthis,andtheywereburdenedwiththeheavybodyofBombur,whichtheyhadtocarryalongwiththemasbesttheycould,takingthewearisometaskinturnsoffoureachwhiletheotherssharedtheirpacks.Ifthesehadnotbecomealltoolightinthelastfewdays,theywouldneverhavemanagedit;butaslumberingandsmilingBomburwasapoorexchangeforpacksfilledwithfoodhoweverheavy.Inafewdaysatimecamewhentherewaspracticallynothinglefttoeatortodrink.Nothingwholesomecouldtheyseegrowinginthewoods,onlyfungusesandherbswithpaleleavesandunpleasantsmell.
Aboutfourdaysfromtheenchantedstreamtheycametoapartwheremostofthetreeswerebeeches.
