jrt.the hobbit-第54部分
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South … some are tidings of joy to you； and some you will not think so good。 〃Behold！ the birds are gathering back again to the Mountain and to Dale from South and East and West； for word has gone out that Smaug is dead！〃 〃Dead！ Dead？〃 shouted the dwarves。 〃Dead！ Then we have been in needless fear…and the treasure is ours！〃
They all sprang up and began to caper about for joy。
〃Yes； dead；〃 said Rac。 〃The thrush； may his feathers never fall； saw him die； and we may trust his words。 He saw him fall in battle with the men of Esgaroth the third night back from now at the rising of the moon。〃 It was some time before Thorin could bring the dwarves to be silent and listen to the raven's news。 At length when he had told all the tale of the battle he went on：
〃So much for joy； Thorin Oakenshield。 You may go back to your halls in safety； all the treasure is yours…for the moment。 But many are gathering hither beside the birds。 The news of the death of the guardian has already gone far and wide； and the legend of the wealth of Thror has not lost in the telling during many years； many are eager for a share of the spoil。 Already a host of the elves is on the way； and carrion birds are with them hoping for battle and slaughter。 By the lake men murmur that their sorrows are due to the dwarves； for they are homeless and many have died； and Smaug has destroyed their town。 They too think to find amends from your treasure； whether you are alive or dead。
〃Your own wisdom must decide your course； but thirteen is small remnant of the great folk of Durin that once dwelt here； and now are scattered far。 If you will listen to my counsel； you will not trust the Master of the Lake…men； but rather him that shot the dragon with his bow。 Bard is he； of the race of Dale； of the line of Girion； he is a grim man but true。 We would see peace once more among dwarves and men and elves after the long desolation； but it may cost you dear in gold。 I have spoken。〃
Then Thorin burst forth in anger： 〃Our thanks； Rac Carc's son。 You and your people shall not be forgotten。 But none of our gold shall thieves take or the violent carry off while we are alive。 If you would earn our thanks still more； bring us news of any that draw near。 Also I would beg of you； if any of you are still young and strong of wing； that you would send messengers to our kin in the mountains of the North； both west from here and east； and tell them of our plight。 But go specially to my cousin Dain in the Iron Hills； for he has many people well…armed； and dwells nearest to this place。 Bid him hasten！〃 〃I will not say if this counsel be good or bad；〃 croaked Rac； 〃but I will do what can be done。〃 Then off he slowly flew。
〃Back now to the Mountain！〃 cried Thorin。 〃We have little time to lose。〃
〃And little food to use！〃 cried Bilbo； always practical on such points。 In any case he felt that the adventure was； properly speaking； over 。with the death of the dragon…in which he was much mistaken…and he would have given most of his share of the profits for the peaceful winding up of these affairs。 〃Back to the Mountain！〃 cried the dwarves as if they had not heard him； so back he had to go with them。 As you have heard some of the events already； you will see that the dwarves still had some days before them。 They explored the caverns once more； and found； as they expected； that only the Front Gate remained open； all the other gates （except； of course； the small secret door） had long ago been broken and blocked by Smaug； and no sign of them remained。 So now they began to labour hard in fortifying the main entrance； and in remaking the road that led from it。 Tools were to be found in plenty that the miners and quarriers and builders of old had used； and at such work the dwarves were still very skilled。
As they worked the ravens brought them constant tidings。 In this way they learned that the Elvenking had turned aside to the Lake； and they still had a breathing space。 Better still； they heard that three of their ponies had escaped and were wandering wild far down the banks of the Running River； not far from where the rest of their stores had been left。 So while the others went on with their work； Fili and Kili were sent； guided by a raven； to find the ponies and bring back all they could。
They were four days gone； and by that time they knew that the joined armies of the Lake…men and the Elves were hurrying towards the Mountain。 But now their hopes were higher； for they had food for some weeks with care…chiefly cram； of course； and they were very tired of it； but cram is much better than nothing…and already the gate was blocked with a wall of squared stones laid dry； but very thick and high across the opening。 There were holes in the wall through which they could see （or shoot） but no entrance。 They climbed in or out with ladders； and hauled stuff up with ropes。 For the issuing of the stream they had contrived a small low arch under the new wall； but near the entrance they had so altered the narrow bed that a wide pool stretched from the mountain…wall to the head of the fall over which the stream went towards Dale。 Approach to the Gate was now only possible； without swimming； along a narrow ledge of the cliff； to the right as one looked outwards from the wall。 The ponies they had brought only to the head of the steps above the old bridge； and unloading them there had bidden them return to their masters and sent them back riderless to the South。 There came a night when suddenly there were many lights as of fires and torches away south in Dale before them。
〃They have e！〃 called Balin。 〃And their camp is very great。 They must have e into the valley under the cover of dusk along both banks of the river。〃
That night the dwarves slept little。 The morning was still pale when they saw a pany approaching。 From behind their wall they watched them e up to the valley's head and climb slowly up。 Before long they could see that both men of the lake armed as if for war and elvish bowmen were among them。 At length the foremost of these climbed the tumbled rocks and appeared at the top of the falls； and very great was their surprise to see the pool before them and the Gate blocked with a wall of new…hewn stone。
As they stood pointing and speaking to one another Thorin hailed them：
〃Who are you；〃 he called in a very loud voice； 〃that e as if in war to the gates of Thorin son of Thrain； King under the Mountain； and what do you desire？〃
But they answered nothing。 Some turned swiftly back； and the others after gazing for a while at the Gate and its defences soon followed them。 That day the camp was moved and was brought right between the arms of the Mountain。 The rocks echoed then with voices and with song； as they had not done for many a day。 There was the sound； too； of elven…harps and of sweet music； and as it echoed up towards them it seemed that the chill of the air was warmed； and they caught faintly the fragrance of woodland flowers blossoming in spring。 Then Bilbo longed to escape from the dark fortress and to go down and join in the mirth and feasting by the fires。 Some of the younger dwarves were moved in their hearts； too； and they muttered that they wished things had fallen out otherwise and that they might wele such folk as friends； but Thorin scowled。
Then the dwarves themselves brought forth harps and instruments regained from the hoard； and made music to soften his mood； but their song was not as elvish song； and was much like the song they had sung long before in Bilbo's little hobbit…hole。
〃Under the Mountain dark and tall
The King has e unto his hall！
His foe is dead； the Worm of Dread；
And ever so his foes shall fall。
The sword is sharp； the spear is long；
The arrow swift； the Gate is strong；
The heart is bold that looks on gold；
The dwarves no more shall suffer wrong。
The dwarves of yore made mighty spells；
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep； where dark things sleep；
In hollow halls beneath the fells。
On silver necklaces they strung
The light of stars； on crowns they hung
The dragon…fire； from twisted wire
The melody of harps they wrung。
The mountain throne once more is freed！
O！ wandering folk； the
