Хоббит
Not at Home
Abittereasterlybreezeblewwithathreatofoncomingwinter.ItswirledoverandroundthearmsoftheMountainintothevalley,andsighedamongtherocks.Aftertheirlongtimeinthestewingdepthsofthedragon-hauntedcaverns,theyshiveredinthesun.SuddenlyBilborealizedthathewasnotonlytiredbutalsoveryhungryindeed."Itseemstobelatemorning,"hesaid,"andsoIsupposeitismoreorlessbreakfast-time-ifthereisanybreakfasttohave.ButIdon’tfeelthatSmaug’sfrontdoorstepisthesafestplaceforameal.Dolet’sgosomewherewherewecansitquietforabit!""Quiteright!"saidBalin."AndIthinkIknowwhichwayweshouldgo:weoughttomakefortheoldlook-outpostattheSouthwestcorneroftheMountain."
"Howfaristhat?"askedthehobbit.
"Fivehoursmarch,Ishouldthink.Itwillberoughgoing.TheroadfromtheGatealongtheleftedgeofthestreamseemsallbrokenup.Butlookdownthere!TheriverloopssuddenlyeastacrossDaleinfrontoftheruinedtown.Atthatpointtherewasonceabridge,leadingtosteepstairsthatclimbeduptherightbank,andsotoaroadrunningtowardsRavenhill.Thereis(orwas)apaththatlefttheroadandclimbeduptothepost.Ahardclimb,too,eveniftheoldstepsarestillthere."
"Dearme!"grumbledthehobbit.
