Хоббит

           Everytimetheycountedthemselvesitonlymadethirteen.Theyshoutedandcalled:"BilboBaggins!Hobbit!Youdrattedhobbit!Hi!hobbit,confusticateyou,whereareyou?"andotherthingsofthatsort,buttherewasnoanswer.

           Theywerejustgivinguphope,whenDoristumbledacrosshimbysheerluck.Inthedarkhefelloverwhathethoughtwasalog,andhefounditwasthehobbitcurledupfastasleep.Ittookadealofshakingtowakehim,andwhenhewasawakehewasnotpleasedatall.

           "Iwashavingsuchalovelydream,"hegrumbled,"allabouthavingamostgorgeousdinner."

           "Goodheavens!hehasgonelikeBombur,"theysaid."Don’ttellusaboutdreams.Dream-dinnersaren’tanygood,andwecan’tsharethem.""TheyarethebestIamlikelytogetinthisbeastlyplace,"hemuttered,ashelaydownbesidethedwarvesandtriedtogobacktosleepandfindhisdreamagain.Butthatwasnotthelastofthelightsintheforest.Laterwhenthenightmusthavebeengettingold,Kiliwhowaswatchingthen,cameandrousedthemallagain,saying:

           "There’saregularblazeoflightbegunnotfaraway-hundredsoftorchesandmanyfiresmusthavebeenlitsuddenlyandbymagic.Andharktothesingingandtheharps!"

           Afterlyingandlisteningforawhile,theyfoundtheycouldnotresistthedesiretogonearerandtryoncemoretogethelp.Uptheygotagain;andthistimetheresultwasdisastrous.Thefeastthattheynowsawwasgreaterandmoremagnificentthanbefore;andattheheadofalonglineoffeasterssatawoodlandkingwithacrownofleavesuponhisgoldenhair,verymuchasBomburhaddescribedthefigureinhisdream.