jrt.the hobbit-第3节
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t e right into his house。 By the time he had got all the bottles and dishes and knives and forks and glasses and plates and spoons and things piled up on big trays； he was getting very hot； and red in the face； and annoyed。
〃Confusticate and bebother these dwarves！〃 he said aloud。 〃Why don't they e and lend a hand？〃 Lo and behold！ there stood Balin and Dwalin at the door of the kitchen； and Fili and Kili behind them； and before he could say knife they had whisked the trays and a couple of small tables into the parlour and set out everything afresh。
Gandalf sat at the head of the party with the thirteen； dwarves all round： and Bilbo sat on a stool at the fireside； nibbling at a biscuit （his appetite was quite taken away）； and trying to look as if this was all perfectly ordinary and。 not in the least an adventure。 The dwarves ate and ate； and talked and talked； and time got on。 At last they pushed their chairs back； and Bilbo made a move to collect the plates and glasses。 〃I suppose you will all stay to supper？〃 he said in his politest unpressing tones。 〃Of course！〃 said Thorin。 〃And after。 We shan't get through the business till late； and we must have some music first。 Now to clear up！〃 Thereupon the twelve dwarves…not Thorin； he was too important； and stayed talking to Gandalf…jumped to their feet and made tall piles of all the things。 Off they went； not waiting for trays； balancing columns of plates； each with a bottle on the top； with one hand； while the hobbit ran after them almost squeaking with fright： 〃please be careful！〃 and 〃please； don't trouble！ I can manage。〃 But the dwarves only started to sing：
〃Chip the glasses and crack the plates！
Blunt the knives and bend the forks！
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates…
Smash the bottles and burn the corks！
Cut the cloth and tread on the fat！
Pour the milk on the pantry floor！
Leave the bones on the bedroom mat！
Splash the wine on every door！
Dump the crocks in a boiling bawl；
Pound them up with a thumping pole；
And when you've finished； if any are whole；
Send them down the hall to roll ！
That's what Bilbo Baggins hates！
So； carefully！ carefully with the plates！〃
And of course they did none of these dreadful things； and everything was cleaned and put away safe as quick as lightning； while the hobbit was turning round and round in the middle of the kitchen trying to see what they were doing。 Then they went back； and found Thorin with his feet on the fender smoking a pipe。 He was blowing the most enormous smoke…rings； and wherever he told one to go； it went…up the chimney； or behind the clock on the man…telpiece； or under the table； or round and round the ceiling； but wherever it went it was not quick enough to escape Gandalf。 Pop！ he sent a smaller smoke…ring from his short clay…pipe straight through each one of Thorin's。 The Gandalf's smoke…ring would go green and e back to hover over the wizard's head。 He had quite a cloud of them about him already； and in the dim light it made him look strange and sorcerous。 Bilbo stood still and watched…he loved smoke…rings…and then be blushed to think how proud he had been yesterday morning of the smoke…rings he had sent up the wind over The Hill。 〃Now for some music！〃 said Thorin。 〃Bring out the instruments！〃
Kili and Fili rushed for their bags and brought back little fiddles；
Dori； Nori； and Ori brought out flutes from somewhere inside their coats； Bombur produced a drum from the hall； Bifur and Bofur went out too； and came back with clarinets that they had left among the walking…sticks Dwalin and Balin said： 〃Excuse me； I left mine in the porch！〃 〃Just bring mine in with you；〃 said Thorin。 They came back with viols as big as themselves； and with Thorin's harp wrapped in a green cloth。 It was a beautiful gold…en harp； and when Thorin struck it the music began all at once； so sudden and sweet that Bilbo forgot everything else； and was swept away into dark lands under strange moons； far over The Water and very far from his hobbit…hole under The Hill。 The dark came into the room from the little window that opened in the side of The Hill； the firelight flickered…it was April…and still they played on； while the shadow of Gandalf's beard wagged against the wall。 The dark filled all the room； and the fire died down； and the shadows were lost； and still they played on。 And suddenly first one and then another began to sing as they played； deep…throated singing of the dwarves in the deep places of their ancient homes； and this is like a fragment of their song； if it can be like their song without their music。
〃Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold。
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。
For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gloaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought； and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword。
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars； on crowns they hung
The dragon…fire； in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun。
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away； ere break of day；
To claim our long…forgotten gold。
Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold； where no man delves
There lay they long； and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves。
The pines were roaring on the height；
The winds were moaning in the night。
The fire was red； it flaming spread；
The trees like torches biased with light；
The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale；
The dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail。
The mountain smoked beneath the moon；
The dwarves； they heard the tramp of doom。
They fled their hall to dying …fall
Beneath his feet； beneath the moon。
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away； ere break of day；
To win our harps and gold from him！〃
As they sang the hobbit felt the love of beautiful things made by hands
and by cunning and by magic moving through him； a fierce and jealous love； the desire of the hearts of dwarves。 Then something Tookish woke up inside him； and he wished to go and see the great mountains； and hear the pine…trees and the waterfalls； and explore the caves； and wear a sword instead of a walking…stick。 He looked out of the window。 The stars were out in a dark sky above the trees。 He thought of the jewels of the dwarves shining in dark caverns。 Suddenly in the wood beyond The Water a flame leapt up…probably somebody lighting a wood…fire…and he thought of plundering dragons settling on his quiet Hill and kindling it all to flames。 He shuddered； and very quickly he was plain Mr。 Baggins of Bag…End； Under…Hill； again。 He got up trembling。 He had less than half a mind to fetch the lamp； and more than half a mind to pretend to； and go and hide behind the beer barrels in the cellar； and not e out again until all the dwarves had gone away。 Suddenly he found that the music and the singing had stopped； and they were all looking at him with eyes shining in the dark。
〃Where are you going？〃 said Thorin； in a tone that seemed to show that he guessed both halves of the hobbit's mind。
〃What about a little light？〃 said Bilbo apologetically。
〃We like the dark；〃 said the dwarves。 〃Dark for dark business！ There are many hours before dawn。〃
〃Of course！〃 said Bilbo； and sat down in a hurry。 He missed the stool and sat in the fender； knocking over the poker and shovel with a crash。 〃Hush！〃 said Gandalf。 〃Let Thorin speak！〃 And this is bow Thorin began。 〃Gandalf； dwarves and Mr。 Baggins！ We are not together in the house of our friend and fellow conspirator； this most excellent and audacious hobbit…may the hair on his toes never fall out！ all praise to his wine and ale！…〃 He paused for breath and for a polite remark from the hob…bit； but the pliments were quite lost on…poor Bilbo Baggins； who was wagging his mouth in protest at being called audacious and worst of all fellow conspirator； though no noise came out； he was so flummoxed。 So Thorin went on：
〃We are met to discuss our plans； our ways； means； policy and devices。 We shall soon before the break of day start on our long journey； a journey from which some of us； or perhaps all of us （except our friend and counsellor； the ingenious wizard Gandalf） may never return。 It is a solemn moment。 Our object is； I take it； well known to us all。 To the estimable Mr。 Baggins； and perhaps to one or two of the younger dwarves （I think I should be right in naming Kili and Fili； for instance）； the exact situation at the moment may require a little brief explanation…〃 This was Thorin's style。 He was an important dwarf。 If he had been allowed； he would probably have gone on like this until he was out of breath； without telling any one there 'anything that was not known already。 But he was rudely interrupted。 Poor Bilbo couldn't bear it any longer。 At may never return he began to feel a shriek ing up inside； and very soon it burst ou
