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"
Light
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Can
anybody
make
a
light
?
"
The
dwarves
,
of
course
,
were
very
alarmed
when
Bilbo
fell
forward
down
the
step
with
a
bump
into
the
hall
,
and
they
sat
huddled
just
where
he
had
left
them
at
the
end
the
tunnel
.
"
Sh
!
sh
!
"
they
hissed
,
when
they
heard
his
voice
:
and
though
that
helped
the
hobbit
to
find
out
where
they
were
,
was
some
time
before
he
could
get
anything
else
out
of
them
.
But
in
the
end
,
when
Bilbo
actually
began
to
stamp
in
the
floor
,
and
screamed
out
light
!
'
at
the
top
of
his
thrill
voice
,
Thorin
gave
way
,
and
Oin
and
Gloin
were
sent
back
to
their
bundles
at
the
top
of
the
tunnel
.
After
a
while
a
twinkling
gleam
showed
them
returning
,
in
with
a
small
pine-torch
alight
in
his
hand
,
and
Gloin
with
a
bundle
of
others
under
his
arm
.
Quickly
Bilbo
trotted
to
the
door
and
took
the
torch
;
but
he
could
not
persuade
the
dwarves
to
light
the
others
or
to
come
and
join
him
yet
.
As
Thorin
carefully
explained
,
Mr.
Baggins
was
still
officially
their
expert
burglar
and
investigator
.
If
he
liked
to
risk
a
light
,
that
was
his
affair
.
They
would
wait
in
the
tunnel
for
his
report
.
So
they
sat
near
the
door
and
watched
.
They
saw
the
little
dark
shape
of
the
hobbit
start
across
the
floor
holding
his
tiny
light
aloft
.
Every
now
and
again
,
while
he
was
still
near
enough
,
they
caught
a
glint
and
a
tinkle
as
he
stumbled
on
some
golden
thing
.
The
light
grew
smaller
as
he
wandered
away
into
the
vast
hall
;
then
it
began
to
rise
dancing
into
the
air
.
Bilbo
was
climbing
the
great
mound
of
treasure
.
Soon
he
stood
upon
the
top
,
and
still
went
on
.
Then
they
saw
him
halt
and
stoop
for
a
moment
;
but
they
did
not
know
the
reason
.
It
was
the
Arkenstone
,
the
Heart
of
the
Mountain
.
So
Bilbo
guessed
from
Thorin
's
description
;
but
indeed
there
could
not
be
two
such
gems
,
even
in
so
marvellous
a
hoard
,
even
in
all
the
world
.
Ever
as
he
climbed
,
the
same
white
gleam
had
shone
before
him
and
drawn
his
feet
towards
Slowly
it
grew
to
a
little
globe
of
pallid
light
.
Now
as
came
near
,
it
was
tinged
with
a
flickering
sparkle
of
man
colours
at
the
surface
,
reflected
and
splintered
from
the
wavering
light
of
his
torch
.
At
last
he
looked
down
upon
it
and
he
caught
his
breath
.
The
great
jewel
shone
before
he
feet
of
its
own
inner
light
,
and
yet
,
cut
and
fashioned
by
the
dwarves
,
who
had
dug
it
from
the
heart
of
the
mountain
long
ago
,
it
took
all
light
that
fell
upon
it
and-changes
it
into
ten
thousand
sparks
of
white
radiance
shot
with
glints
of
the
rainbow
.
Suddenly
Bilbo
's
arm
went
towards
it
drawn
by
it
enchantment
.
His
small
hand
would
not
close
about
it
for
it
was
a
large
and
heavy
gem
;
but
he
lifted
it
,
shut
his
eyes
,
and
put
it
in
his
deepest
pocket
.
"
Now
I
am
a
burglar
indeed
!
"
thought
he
.
"
But
I
suppose
I
must
tell
the
dwarves
about
it-some
time
.
The
did
say
I
could
pick
and
choose
my
own
share
;
and
I
think
I
would
choose
this
,
if
they
took
all
the
rest
!
"
All
the
same
he
had
an
uncomfortable
feeling
that
the
picking
and
choosing
had
not
really
been
meant
to
include
this
marvellous
gem
,
and
that
trouble
would
yet
come
of
it
.
Now
he
went
on
again
.
Down
the
other
side
of
the
great
mound
he
climbed
,
and
the
spark
of
his
torch
vanished
from
the
sight
of
the
watching
dwarves
.
But
soon
they
saw
it
far
away
in
the
distance
again
.
Bilbo
was
crossing
the
floor
of
the
hall
.
He
went
on
,
until
he
came
to
the
great
doors
at
the
further
side
,
and
there
a
draught
of
air
refreshed
him
,
but
it
almost
puffed
out
his
light
.
He
peeped
timidly
through
and
caught
a
glimpse
of
great
passages
and
of
the
dim
beginnings
of
wide
stairs
going
up
into
the
gloom
.
And
still
there
was
no
sight
nor
sound
of
Smaug
.
He
was
just
going
to
turn
and
go
back
,
when
a
black
shape
swooped
at
him
and
brushed
his
face
.
He
squeaked
and
started
,
stumbled
backwards
and
fell
.
His
torch
dropped
head
downwards
and
went
out
!
"
Only
a
bat
,
I
suppose
and
hope
!
"
he
said
miserably
.
But
now
what
am
I
to
do
?
Which
is
East
,
South
,
North
West
?
"
"
Thorin
!
Balin
!
Oin
!
Gloin
!
Fill
!
Kili
!
"
he
cried
as
loud
he
could-it
seemed
a
thin
little
noise
in
the
wide
blackness
.
"
The
light
's
gone
out
!
Someone
come
and
find
and
help
me
!
"
For
the
moment
his
courage
had
failed
together
.
Faintly
the
dwarves
heard
his
small
cries
,
though
the
only
word
they
could
catch
was
'
help
!
'
