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"
He
is
at
feast
,
"
said
the
captain
.
"
Then
all
the
more
reason
for
taking
us
to
him
,
"
burst
in
Fili
,
who
was
getting
impatient
at
these
solemnities
.
"
We
are
worn
and
famished
after
our
long
road
and
we
have
sick
comrades
.
Now
make
haste
and
let
us
have
no
more
words
,
or
your
master
may
have
something
to
say
to
you
.
"
"
Follow
me
then
,
"
said
the
captain
,
and
with
six
men
about
them
he
led
them
over
the
bridge
through
the
gates
and
into
the
market-place
of
the
town
.
This
was
a
wide
circle
of
quiet
water
surrounded
by
the
tall
piles
on
which
were
built
the
greater
houses
,
and
by
long
wooden
quays
with
many
steps
and
ladders
going
down
to
the
surface
of
the
lake
.
From
one
great
hall
shone
many
lights
and
there
came
the
sound
of
many
voices
.
They
passed
its
doors
and
stood
blinking
in
the
light
looking
at
long
tables
filled
with
folk
.
"
I
am
Thorin
son
of
Thrain
son
of
Thror
King
under
the
Mountain
!
I
return
!
"
cried
Thorin
in
a
loud
voice
from
the
door
,
before
the
captain
could
say
anything
.
All
leaped
to
their
feet
.
The
Master
of
the
town
sprang
from
his
great
chair
.
But
none
rose
in
greater
surprise
than
the
raft-men
of
the
elves
who
were
sitting
at
the
lower
end
of
the
hall
.
Pressing
forward
before
the
Master
's
table
they
cried
:
"
These
are
prisoners
of
our
king
that
have
escaped
,
wandering
vagabond
dwarves
that
could
not
give
any
good
account
of
themselves
,
sneaking
through
the
woods
and
molesting
our
people
!
"
"
Is
this
true
?
"
asked
the
Master
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
he
thought
it
far
more
likely
than
the
return
of
the
King
under
the
Mountain
,
if
any
such
person
had
ever
existed
.
"
It
is
true
that
we
were
wrongfully
waylaid
by
the
Elven-king
and
imprisoned
without
cause
as
we
journeyed
back
to
our
own
land
,
"
answered
Thorin
.
"
But
lock
nor
bar
may
hinder
the
homecoming
spoken
of
old
.
Nor
is
this
town
in
the
Wood-elves
'
realm
.
I
speak
to
the
Master
of
the
town
of
the
Men
of
the
lake
,
not
to
the
raft-men
of
the
king
.
"
Then
the
Master
hesitated
and
looked
from
one
to
the
other
.
The
Elvenking
was
very
powerful
in
those
parts
and
the
Master
wished
for
no
enmity
with
him
,
nor
did
he
think
much
of
old
songs
,
giving
his
mind
to
.
trade
and
tolls
,
to
cargoes
and
gold
,
to
which
habit
he
owed
his
position
.
Others
were
of
different
mind
,
however
,
and
quickly
the
matter
was
settled
without
him
.
The
news
had
spread
from
the
doors
of
the
hall
like
fire
through
all
the
town
.
People
were
shouting
inside
the
hall
and
outside
it
.
The
quays
were
thronged
with
hurrying
feet
.
Some
began
to
sing
snatches
of
old
songs
concerning
the
return
of
the
King
under
the
Mountain
;
that
it
was
Thror
's
grandson
not
Thror
himself
that
had
come
back
did
not
bother
them
at
all
.
Others
took
up
the
song
and
it
rolled
loud
and
high
over
the
lake
.
"
The
King
beneath
the
mountains
,
The
King
of
carven
stone
,
The
lord
of
silver
fountains
