You shouted 'follow me everybody!' and everybody ought to have followed. All of a sudden you gave one of your blinding flashes, and we saw the goblins running back yelping. "Good heavens! Can you ask! Goblins fighting and biting in the dark, everybody falling over bodies and hitting one another! You nearly chopped off my head with Glamdring, and Thorin Was stabbing here there and everywhere with Orcrist. "You would have dropped him,"said Dori, "if a goblin had suddenly grabbed your leg from behind in the dark, tripped up your feet, and kicked you in the back!" Whatever did you want to go and drop him for, Dori?" If we can only find him again, you will thank me before all is over. Either you help me to look for him, or I go and leave you here to get out of the mess as best you can yourselves. Gandalf answered angrily: "I brought him, and I don't bring things that are of no use. "If we have got to go back now into those abominable tunnels to look for him, then drat him, I say." "He has been more trouble than use so far,"said one. The dwarves wanted to know why he had ever been brought at all, why he could not stick to his friends and come along with them, and why the wizard had not chosen someone with more sense. I wish to goodness you had not lost him." "After all he is my friend,"said the wizard, "and not a bad little chap. Baggins in the hands of the goblins, without trying to find out if he was alive or dead, and without trying to rescue him. The dwarves were grumbling, and Gandalf was saying that they could not possibly go on with their journey leaving Mr. They were discussing all that had happened to them in the tunnels, and wondering and debating what they were to do now. "I will give them all a surprise,"he thought, as he crawled into the bushes at the edge of the dell. He had still got the ring on, for fear of meeting something unexpected and unpleasant, and he saw that Balin was looking straight at him without noticing him. He could have clapped and shouted for joy, but he did not.
He crept still nearer, and suddenly he saw peering between two big boulders a head with a red hood on: it was Balin doing look-out. In one of these dells under the bushes people were talking. on the left hand on the other side the ground sloped away and there were dells below the level of the path overhung with bushes and low trees. He was on a stony path winding downwards with a rocky wall.
It did not sound like goblins so he crept forward carefully. He had just made up his mind that it was his duty, that he must turn back-and very miserable he felt about it-when he heard voices. He wondered whether he ought not, now he had the magic ring, to go back into the horrible, horrible, tunnels and look for his friends. He still wandered on, out of the little high valley, over its edge, and down the slopes beyond but all the while a very uncomfortable thought was growing inside him. "I seem to have got right to the other side of the Misty Mountains, right to the edge of the Land Beyond! Where and O where can Gandalf and the dwarves have got to? I only hope to goodness they are not still back there in the power of the goblins!" Then he looked forward and could see before him only ridges and slopes falling towards lowlands and plains glimpsed occasionally between the trees. Their shadows fell across Bilbo's path, and he looked back. He wandered on and on, till the sun began to sink westwards-behind the mountains. He had lost hood, cloak, food, pony, his buttons and his friends.
Bilbo had escaped the goblins, but he did not know where he was.
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