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           Itwasspring,andafaironewithmildweathersandabrightsun,beforeBilboandGandalftooktheirleaveatlastofBeorn,andthoughhelongedforhome.Bilboleftwithregret,fortheflowersofthegardensofBeornweremspringtimenolessmarvellousthaninhighsummer.Atlasttheycameupthelongroad,andreachedtheverypasswherethegoblinshadcapturedthembefore.Buttheycametothathighpointatmorning,andlookingbackwardtheysawawhitesunshiningovertheout-stretchedlands.TherebehindlayMirkwood,blueinthedistance,anddarklygreenattheneareredgeeveninthespring.TherefarawaywastheLonelyMountainontheedgeofeyesight.Onitshighestpeaksnowyetunmeltedwasgleamingpale."Socomessnowafterfire,andevendragonshavetheirending!"saidBilbo,andheturnedhisbackonhisadventure.TheTookishpartwasgettingverytired,andtheBagginswasdailygettingstronger."Iwishnowonlytobeinmyownarm-chair!"hesaid.