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The Gathering of the Clouds
"Yourownwisdommustdecideyourcourse,butthirteenissmallremnantofthegreatfolkofDurinthatoncedwelthere,andnowarescatteredfar.Ifyouwilllistentomycounsel,youwillnottrusttheMasteroftheLake-men,butratherhimthatshotthedragonwithhisbow.Bardishe,oftheraceofDale,ofthelineofGirion;heisagrimmanbuttrue.Wewouldseepeaceoncemoreamongdwarvesandmenandelvesafterthelongdesolation;butitmaycostyoudearingold.Ihavespoken."
ThenThorinburstforthinanger:"Ourthanks,RacCarc’sson.Youandyourpeopleshallnotbeforgotten.Butnoneofourgoldshallthievestakeortheviolentcarryoffwhilewearealive.Ifyouwouldearnourthanksstillmore,bringusnewsofanythatdrawnear.AlsoIwouldbegofyou,ifanyofyouarestillyoungandstrongofwing,thatyouwouldsendmessengerstoourkininthemountainsoftheNorth,bothwestfromhereandeast,andtellthemofourplight.ButgospeciallytomycousinDainintheIronHills,forhehasmanypeoplewell-armed,anddwellsnearesttothisplace.Bidhimhasten!""Iwillnotsayifthiscounselbegoodorbad,"croakedRac;"butIwilldowhatcanbedone."Thenoffheslowlyflew.
"BacknowtotheMountain!"criedThorin."Wehavelittletimetolose."
"Andlittlefoodtouse!"criedBilbo,alwayspracticalonsuchpoints.Inanycasehefeltthattheadventurewas,properlyspeaking,over.
