Хоббит

           Theyfollowedthetracksupthehill,untilhiddenbybushestheycameonabigdoorofstoneleadingtoacave.Buttheycouldnotopenit,notthoughtheyallpushedwhileGandalftriedvariousincantations.

           "Wouldthisbeanygood?"askedBilbo,whentheyweregettingtiredandangry."Ifounditonthegroundwherethetrollshadtheirfight."Heheldoutalargishkey,thoughnodoubtWilliamhadthoughtitverysmallandsecret.Itmusthavefallenoutofhispocket,veryluckily,beforehewasturnedtostone.

           "Whyonearthdidn’tyoumentionitbefore?"theycried.Gandalfgrabbeditandfitteditintothekey-hole.Thenthestonedoorswungbackwithonebigpush,andtheyallwentinside.Therewerebonesonthefloorandanastysmellwasintheair;buttherewasagooddealoffoodjumbledcarelesslyonshelvesandontheground,amonganuntidylitterofplunder,ofallsortsfrombrassbuttonstopotsfullofgoldcoinsstandinginacorner.Therewerelotsofclothes,too,hangingonthewalls-toosmallfortrolls,Iamafraidtheybelongedtovictims-andamongthemwereseveralswordsofvariousmakes,shapes,andsizes.Twocaughttheireyesparticularly,becauseoftheirbeautifulscabbardsandjewelledhilts.GandalfandThorineachtookoneofthese;andBilbotookaknifeinaleathersheath.Itwouldhavemadeonlyatinypocket-knifeforatroll,butitwasasgoodasashortswordforthehobbit.

           "Theselooklikegoodblades,"saidthewizard,halfdrawingthemandlookingatthemcuriously."Theywerenotmadebyanytroll,norbyanysmithamongmeninthesepartsanddays;butwhenwecanreadtherunesonthem,weshallknowmoreaboutthem."