Хоббит
A Warm Welcome
ItwasThorin,butyoucouldonlyhavetolditbyhisgoldenchain,andbythecolourofhisnowdirtyandtatteredsky-bluehoodwithitstarnishedsilvertassel.Itwassometimebeforehewouldbeevenpolitetothehobbit.
"Well,areyoualiveorareyoudead?"askedBilboquitecrossly.Perhapshehadforgottenthathehadhadatleastonegoodmealmorethanthedwarves,andalsotheuseofhisarmsandlegs,nottospeakofagreaterallowanceofair."Areyoustillinprison,orareyoufree?Ifyouwantfood,andifyouwanttogoonwiththissillyadventure-it’syoursafterallandnotmine-youhadbetterslapyourarmsandrubyourlegsandtryandhelpmegettheothersoutwhilethereisachance!"
Thorinofcoursesawthesenseofthis,soafterafewmoregroanshegotupandhelpedthehobbitaswellashecould.Inthedarknessflounderinginthecoldwatertheyhadadifficultandverynastyjobfindingwhichweretherightbarrels.Knockingoutsideandcallingonlydiscoveredaboutsixdwarvesthatcouldanswer.Theywereunpackedandhelpedashorewheretheysatorlaymutteringandmoaning;theyweresosoakedandbruisedandcrampedthattheycouldhardlyyetrealizetheirreleaseorbeproperlythankfulforit.DwalinandBalinweretwoofthemostunhappy,anditwasnogoodaskingthemtohelp.BifurandBofurwerelessknockedaboutanddrier,buttheylaydownandwoulddonothing.
