Хоббит

           Thedragonwasdead,andthegoblinsoverthrown,andtheirheartslookedforwardafterwintertoaspringofjoy.GandalfandBilborodebehindtheElvenking,andbesidethemstrodeBeorn,onceagaininman’sshape,andhelaughedandsanginaloudvoiceupontheroad.SotheywentonuntiltheydrewneartothebordersofMirkwood,tothenorthoftheplacewheretheForestRiverranout.

           Thentheyhalted,forthewizardandBilbowouldnotenterthewood,eventhoughthekingbadethemstayawhileinhishalls.Theyintendedtogoalongtheedgeoftheforest,androunditsnorthernendinthewastethatlaybetweenitandthebeginningoftheGreyMountains.Itwasalongandcheerlessroad,butnowthatthegoblinswerecrushed,itseemedsafertothemthanthedreadfulpathwaysunderthetrees.MoreoverBeornwasgoingthatwaytoo.

           "Farewell!OElvenking!"saidGandalf."Merrybethegreenwood,whiletheworldisyetyoung!Andmerrybeallyourfolk!"

           "Farewell!OGandalf!"saidtheking."Mayyoueverappearwhereyouaremostneededandleastexpected!TheofteneryouappearinmyhallsthebettershallIbepleased!"

           "Ibegofyou,"saidBilbostammeringandstandingononefoot,"toacceptthisgift!"andhebroughtoutanecklaceofsilverandpearlsthatDainhadgivenhimattheirparting.

           "InwhatwayhaveIearnedsuchagift,Ohobbit?"saidtheking."Well,er,Ithought,don’tyouknow,"saidBilboratherconfused,"that,er,somelittlereturnshouldbemadeforyour,er,hospitality.Imeanevenaburglarhashisfeelings.