hobbit

"Off you go!" said Bilbo. "I will wake you at midnight, and you can wake the next
watchman." As soon as Bombur had gone, Bilbo put on his ring, fastened his rope,
slipped down over the wall, and was gone. He had about five hours before him. Bombur
would sleep (he could sleep at any time, and ever since the adventure in the forest he
was always trying to recapture the beautiful dreams he had then); and all the others
were busy with Thorin. It was unlikely that any, even Fili or Kili, would come out on the
wall until it was their turn. It was very dark, and the road after a while, when he left the
newly made path and climbed down towards the lower course of the stream, was
strange to him. At last he came to the bend where he had to cross the water, if he was to
make for the camp, as he wished. The bed of the stream was there shallow but already
broad, and fording it in the dark was not easy for the little hobbit. He was nearly across
when he missed his footing on a round stone and fell into the cold water with a splash.
He had barely scrambled out on the far bank, shivering and spluttering, when up came
elves in the gloom with bright lanterns and searched for the cause of the noise.
"That was no fish!" one said. "There is a spy about. Hide your lights!
They will help him more than us, if it is that queer little creature that is said to be their
servant."
"Servant, indeed!" snorted Bilbo; and in the middle of his snort he sneezed loudly, and
the elves immediately gathered towards the sound.
"Let's have a light!" he said. "I am here, if you want me!" and he slipped off his ring, and
popped from behind a rock.
They seized him quickly, in spite of their surprise. "Who are you? Are you the dwarves'
hobbit? What are you doing? How did you get so far past our sentinels?" they asked one
after another.
"I am Mr. Bilbo Baggins," he answered, "companion of Thorin, if you want to know. I
know your king well by sight, though perhaps he doesn't know me to look at. But Bard
will remember me, and it is Bard I particularly want to see."
"Indeed!" said they, "and what may be your business?"
"Whatever it is, it's my own, my good elves. But if you wish ever to get back to your own
woods from this cold cheerless place," he answered shivering, "you will take me along
quiet to a fire, where I can dry-and then you will let me speak to your chiefs as quick as
may be. I have only an hour or two to spare."
That is how it came about that some two hours after his escape from the Gate, Bilbo was
sitting beside a warm fire in front of a large tent, and there sat too, gazing curiously at
him, both the Elvenking and Bard. A hobbit in elvish armour, partly wrapped in an old
blanket, was something new to them.
"Really you know," Bilbo was saying in his best business manner, "things are impossible.
Personally I am tired of the whole affair. I wish I was back in the West in my own home,
where folk are more reasonable. But I have an interest in this matter-one fourteenth
share, to be precise, according to a letter, which fortunately I believe I have kept." He
drew from a pocket in his old jacket (which he still wore over his mail), crumpled and
much folded, Thorin's letter that had been put under the clock on his mantelpiece in May!
"A share in the profits, mind you," he went on. "I am aware of that.
Personally I am only too ready to consider all your claims carefully, and deduct what is
right from the total before putting in my own claim. However you don't know Thorin
Oakenshield as well as I do now. I assure you, he is quite ready to sit on a heap of gold
and starve, as long as you sit here."
"Well, let him!" said Bard. "Such a fool deserves to starve."
"Quite so," said Bilbo. "I see your point of view. At the same time winter is coming on
fast. Before long you will be having snow and what not, and supplies will be difficult -