Хоббит
Not at Home
Alighthelmoffiguredleather,strengthenedbeneathwithhoopsofsteel,andstuddedaboutthebringwithwhitegems,wassetuponthehobbit’shead.
"Ifeelmagnificent,"hethought;"butIexpectIlookratherabsurd.HowtheywouldlaughontheHillathomeStillIwishtherewasalooking-glasshandy!"
AllthesameMr.Bagginskepthisheadmoreclearofthebewitchmentofthehoardthanthedwarvesdid.Longbeforethedwarvesweretiredofexaminingthetreasureshebecamewaryofitandsatdownonthefloor;andhebegantowondernervouslywhattheendofitallwouldbe"Iwouldgiveagoodmanyofthesepreciousgoblets,thought,"foradrinkofsomethingcheeringoutofoneBeorn’swoodenbowls!""Thorin!"hecriedaloud."Whatnext?Wearearmed,butwhatgoodhasanyarmoureverbeenbeforeagainstSmaugtheDreadful?Thistreasureisnotyetwonback.Wearenotlookingforgoldyet,butforawayofescape;andwehavetemptedlucktoolong!"
’"Youspeakthetruth!"answeredThorin,recoveringhiswits."Letusgo!Iwillguideyou.NotinathousandyearsshouldIforgetthewaysofthispalace."Thenhehailedtheothers,andtheygatheredtogether,andholdingtheirtorchesabovetheirheadstheypassedthroughthegapingdoors,notwithoutmanyabackwardglanceoflonging.
