Хоббит
Barrels Out of Bond
ItwasBilbowhofoundthatout.
PoorMr.Baggins-itwasawearylongtimethathelivedinthatplaceallalone,andalwaysinhiding,neverdaringtotakeoffhisring,hardlydaringtosleep,eventuckedawayinthedarkestandremotestcomershecouldfind.ForsomethingtodohetooktowanderingabouttheElven-king’spalace.Magicshutthegates,butbecouldsometimesgetout,ifhewasquick.CompaniesoftheWood-elves,sometimeswiththekingattheirhead,wouldfromtimetotimerideouttohunt,ortootherbusinessinthewoodsandinthelandstotheEast.ThenifBilbowasverynimble,hecouldslipoutjustbehindthem;thoughitwasadangerousthingtodo.Morethanoncehewasnearlycaughtinthedoors,astheyclashedtogetherwhenthelastelfpassed,yethedidnotdaretomarchamongthembecauseofhisshadow(altogetherthinandwobblyasitwasintorch-light),orforfearofbeingbumpedintoanddiscovered.Andwhenhedidgoout,whichwasnotveryoften,hedidnogood.Hedidnotwishtodesertthedwarves,andindeedhedidnotknowwhereintheworldtogowithoutthem.Hecouldnotkeepupwiththehuntingelvesallthetimetheywereout,soheneverdiscoveredthewaysoutofthewood,andwaslefttowandermiserablyintheforest,terrifiedoflosinghimself,untilachancecameofreturning.Hewashungrytoooutside,forhewasnohunter;butinsidethecaveshecouldpickupalivingofsomesortbystealingfoodfromstoreortablewhennoonewasathand.
