The Hobbit JR Tolkien - Mr Collins

There was a breath of strange air in hiscave. Could there be a draught from thatlittle hole? He had never felt quite happyabout it, though it was so small, and nowhe glared at it in suspicion and wonderedwhy he had never blocked it up. Of late hehad half fancied he had caught the dimechoes of a knocking sound from farabove that came down through it to hislair. He stirred and stretched forth hisneck to sniff. Then he missed the cup!Thieves! Fire! Murder! Such a thing hadnot happened since first he came to theMountain! His rage passes description—the sort of rage that is only seen when richfolk that have more than they can enjoysuddenly lose something that they havelong had but have never before used orwanted. His fire belched forth, the hall