The Hobbit JR Tolkien - Mr Collins

must once have been a great deep rockyvalley. At the southern end the doubledwaters poured out again over highwaterfalls and ran away hurriedly tounknown lands. In the still evening air thenoise of the falls could be heard like adistant roar.Not far from the mouth of the ForestRiver was the strange town he heard theelves speak of in the king’s cellars. It wasnot built on the shore, though there were afew huts and buildings there, but right outon the surface of the lake, protected fromthe swirl of the entering river by apromontory of rock which formed a calmbay. A great bridge made of wood ran outto where on huge piles made of foresttrees was built a busy wooden town, not atown of elves but of Men, who still dared