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wildly up between the arms of the Mountain, seeking for the foe. Their banners were<br />
countless, black and red, and they came on like a tide in fury and disorder.<br />
It was a terrible battle. The most dreadful of all Bilbo's experiences, and the one which at<br />
the time he hated most - which is to say it was the one he was most proud of, and most<br />
fond of recalling long afterwards, although he was quite unimportant in it. Actually I must<br />
say he put on his ring early in the business, and vanished from sight, if not from all<br />
danger. A magic ring of that sort is not a complete protection in a goblin charge, nor<br />
does it stop flying arrows and wild spears; but it does help in getting out of the way, and<br />
it prevents your head from being specially chosen for a sweeping stroke by a goblin<br />
swordsman.<br />
The elves were the first to charge. Their hatred for the goblins is cold and bitter. Their<br />
spears and swords shone in the gloom with a gleam of chill flame, so deadly was the<br />
wrath of the hands that held them. As soon as the host of their enemies was dense in<br />
the valley, they sent against it a shower of arrows, and each flickered as it fled as if with<br />
stinging fire. Behind the arrows a thousand of their spearmen leapt down and charged.<br />
The yells were deafening. The rocks were stained black with goblin blood. Just as the<br />
goblins were recovering from the onslaught and the elf-charge was halted, there rosen<br />
from across the valley a deep-throated roar. With cries of "Moria!" and "Dain, Dain!" the<br />
dwarves of the Iron Hills plunged in, wielding their mattocks, upon the other side; and<br />
beside them came the men of the Lake with long swords.<br />
Panic came upon the Goblins; and even as they turned to meet this new attack, the<br />
elves charged again with renewed numbers. Already many of the goblins were flying<br />
back down the river to escape from the trap: and many of their own wolves were turning<br />
upon them and rending the dead and the wounded. Victory seemed at hand, when a cry<br />
rang out on the heights above.<br />
Goblins had scaled the Mountain from the other side and already many were on the<br />
slopes above the Gate, and others were streaming down recklessly, heedless of those<br />
that fell screaming from cliff and precipice, to attack the spurs from above. Each of these<br />
could be reached by paths that ran down from the main mass of the Mountain in the<br />
centre; and the defenders had too few to bar the way for long. Victory now vanished<br />
from hope. They had only stemmed the first onslaught of the black tide.<br />
Day drew on. The goblins gathered again in the valley. There a host of Wargs came<br />
ravening and with them came the bodyguard of Bolg, goblins of huge size with scimitars<br />
of steel. Soon actual darkness was coming into a stormy sky; while still the great bats<br />
swirled about the heads and ears of elves and men, or fastened vampire-like on the<br />
stricken. Now Bard was fighting to defend the Eastern spur, and yet giving slowly back;<br />
and the elf-lords were at bay about their king upon the southern arm, near to the watchpost<br />
on Ravenhill.<br />
Suddenly there was a great shout, and from the Gate came a trumpet call.<br />
They had forgotten Thorin! Part of the wall, moved by levers, fell outward with a crash<br />
into the pool. Out leapt the King under the Mountain, and his companions followed him.<br />
Hood and cloak were gone; they were in shining armour, and red light leapt from their<br />
eyes. In the gloom the great dwarf gleamed like gold in a dying fire.<br />
Rocks were buried down from on high by the goblins above; but they held on leapt down<br />
to the falls' foot, and rushed forward to battle. Wolf and rider fell or fled before them.<br />
Thorin wielded his axe with mighty strokes, and nothing seemed to harm him.<br />
"To me! To me! Elves and Men! To me! O my kinsfolk!" he cried, and his voice shook<br />
like a horn in the valley.<br />
Down, heedless of order, rushed all the dwarves of Dain to his help. Down too came<br />
many of the Lake-men, for Bard could not restrain them; and out upon the other side<br />
came many of the spearmen of the elves. Once again the goblins were stricken in the