The Hobbit JR Tolkien - Mr Collins

happens!”Before long there was a fluttering ofwings, and back came the thrush; and withhim came a most decrepit old bird. Hewas getting blind, he could hardly fly, andthe top of his head was bald. He was anaged raven of great size. He alightedstiffly on the ground before them, slowlyflapped his wings, and bobbed towardsThorin.“O Thorin son of Thrain, and Balin sonof Fundin,” he croaked (and Bilbo couldunderstand what he said, for he usedordinary language and not bird-speech). “Iam Roäc son of Carc. Carc is dead, but hewas well known to you once. It is ahundred years and three and fifty since Icame out of the egg, but I do not forgetwhat my father told me. Now I am the