Chapter 1
An Unexpected Party
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill - The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it - and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another. No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage. The best rooms were all on the left-hand side (going in), for these were the only ones to have windows, deep-set round windows looking over his garden and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river.
This hobbit was a very well-to-do hobbit, and his name was Baggins. The Bagginses had lived in the neighbourhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and people considered them very respectable, not only because most of them were rich, but also because they never had any adventures or did anything unexpected: you could tell what a Baggins would say on any question without the bother of asking him. This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected. He may have lost the neighbours' respect, but he gained-well, you will see whether he gained anything in the end.
The mother of our particular hobbit ... what is a hobbit? I suppose hobbits need some description nowadays, since they have become rare and shy of the Big People, as they call us. They are (or were) a little people, about half our height, and smaller than the bearded Dwarves. Hobbits have no beards. There is little or no magic about them, except the ordinary everyday sort which helps them to disappear quietly and quickly when large stupid folk like you and me come blundering along, making a noise like elephants which they can hear a mile off. They are inclined to be at in the stomach; they dress in bright colours (chiefly green and yellow); wear no shoes, because their feet grow natural leathery soles and thick warm brown hair like the stuff on their heads (which is curly); have long clever brown fingers, good-natured faces, and laugh deep fruity laughs (especially after dinner, which they have twice a day when they can get it). Now you know enough to go on with. As I was saying, the mother of this hobbit - of Bilbo Baggins, that is - was the fabulous Belladonna Took, one of the three remarkable daughters of the Old Took, head of the hobbits who lived across The Water, the small river that ran at the foot of The Hill. It was often said (in other families) that long ago one of the Took ancestors must have taken a fairy wife. That was, of course, absurd, but certainly there was still something not entirely hobbit-like about them, - and once in a while members of the Took-clan would go and have adventures. They discreetly disappeared, and the family hushed it up; but the fact remained that the Tooks were not as respectable as the Bagginses, though they were undoubtedly richer. Not that Belladonna Took ever had any adventures after she became Mrs. Bungo Baggins. Bungo, that was Bilbo's father, built the most luxurious hobbit-hole for her (and partly with her money) that was to be found either under The Hill or over The Hill or across The Water, and there they remained to the end of their days. Still it is probable that Bilbo, her only son, although he looked and behaved exactly like a second edition of his solid and comfortable father, got something a bit queer in his makeup from the Took side, something that only waited for a chance to come out. The chance never arrived, until Bilbo Baggins was grown up, being about fifty years old or so, and living in the beautiful hobbit-hole built by his father, which I have just described for you, until he had in fact apparently settled down immovably.
第一章
不速之客
在地底洞穴中住著一名霍比特人。这可不是那种又脏又臭又湿，长满了小虫，满是腐败气味的洞穴；但是，它也并非是那种空旷多沙、了无生气、没有家具的无聊洞穴。这是个霍比特人居住的洞穴，也是舒舒服服的同义词。
这座洞穴有个像是舷窗般浑圆、漆成绿色的大门，在正中央有个黄色的闪亮门把。大门打开之后，是一个圆管状像是隧道的客厅：这是个没有烟雾的舒适客厅，有著精心装饰的墙壁，地板上铺著地毯和磁砖，四处还摆著许多打磨光亮的椅子。由于霍比特人超爱客人来访，因此这里还有很多很多的衣帽架。隧道继续延伸，蜿蜒地深入山丘中，附近许多哩的人们都叫这座山丘为”小丘”，小丘各个方向还盖了许多圆形的小门。霍比特人可是不爬楼梯的：卧室、浴室、酒窖、餐点室（超多的呢！）、更衣室（他有一整间房间都是用来放衣服的）、厨房、饭厅，全部都在同一层楼，也都在同一条走廊上。最好的房间都是在左手边（继续往里面走也一样），因为只有这方向的房间才有窗户，这些浑圆的窗户可以俯瞰他美丽的花园，和一路延伸向河边的翠绿草地。
这名霍比特人生活相当富裕，他姓巴金斯。巴金斯一家人自古以来，就居住在小丘这一带，附近的邻居都很尊敬他们；不单只是因为他们大部分都很有钱，也是因为他们从来不冒险，不会做任何出人意料之外的事情：你在问巴金斯一家人任何问题之前，就可以先预料到他们的答案，根本不必要浪费这个力气。这个故事就是关于一名巴金斯家人如何意外地卷入冒险之中，并且做出和说出许多出人意料之外的事情来。他或许失去了邻居们的尊敬，但是至少获得了──算啦！到最后你就会知道他获得了什么东西。
有关于我们这个霍比特人的母亲──对啦，到底什么是霍比特人？我想，时至今日，的确需要更进一步地描述霍比特人；因为他们已经变得比较罕见，也比较畏惧我们这些大家伙（这是他们称呼我们的方式）。他们是相当矮小的种族，大概只有我们身体的一半高度，也比长了大胡子的矮人要矮，霍比特人不留胡子。他们没有法力（或者仅有一点点），只有当我们这些笨重的大家伙，莽莽撞撞地像大象一般靠近他们的时候，他们才会使出凭空消失的把戏来。通常他们的肚子上都会有不少肥肉，喜欢穿著鲜艳的衣服（多半都是绿色和黄色），不穿鞋子，因为他们的小脚会长出天然的肉垫来，也会冒出和他们头发一样浓密的卷毛。霍比特人拥有灵巧的褐色手指、开朗的面孔，笑起来更是十分爽朗（特别是在他们吃完晚饭之后，大笑更是必备的节目之一；而只要他们有机会，一天通常都会有两顿晚餐）。现在，你对他们大概已经有了粗浅的了解了。我之前刚说到，这个比尔博·巴金斯的母亲，就是鼎鼎大名的贝拉多娜·图克，是老图克大人三名出类拔萃的女儿之一。老图克大人则是住在”小河”边霍比特人的领袖，这条河就是绕过小丘脚边的一条小河。大家常常说（其他家族的人常常说啦……）图克家族的远祖一定有人娶了个妖精当老婆；当然，这可信度并不高，只不过，他们一家人的确有点与众不同，偶尔会有成员离家出外冒险。他们会神秘地消失，家里的人则是三缄其口，不露任何口风。也就是因为这样，虽然图克家人比较有钱，但大夥还是比较尊敬巴金斯一家人。
当然，在贝拉多娜成了邦哥·巴金斯的妻子之后，她就没有什么惊人之举了。邦哥是比尔博的老爸，对他妻子可说是呵护备至，他为她建造了（一部分是用她的财产）在小丘邻近和小河流域一带最豪华的地洞。不过，她唯一的儿子比尔博，虽然看起来和他老爸一样老实可靠，但可能继承了图克家族的诡异血统，只是在等待适当的时机爆发而已。直到比尔博成年，甚至到了五十岁左右，这时机还是没有到来。在这段时间中，他就这么安安稳稳地居住在老爹留下来的地洞中，可说是与世无争。
不过，奇妙的机缘就这么突如其来地降临了。那时，这世界比现在还要翠绿，也不那么吵杂，霍比特人们依旧繁衍兴盛……
By some curious chance one morning long ago in the quiet of the world, when there was less noise and more green, and the hobbits were still numerous and prosperous, and Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed) - Gandalf came by. Gandalf! If you had heard only a quarter of what I have heard about him, and I have only heard very little of all there is to hear, you would be prepared for any sort I of remarkable tale. Tales and adventures sprouted up all over the place wherever he went, in the most extraordinary fashion. He had not been down that way under The Hill for ages and ages, not since his friend the Old Took died, in fact, and the hobbits had almost forgotten what he looked like. He had been away over The Hill and across The Water on business of his own since they were all small hobbit-boys and hobbit-girls.
All that the unsuspecting Bilbo saw that morning was an old man with a staff. He had a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, a silver scarf over which a white beard hung down below his waist, and immense black boots.
"Good morning!" said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. "What do you mean?" be said. "Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is morning to be good on?"
"All of them at once," said Bilbo. "And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain. If you have a pipe about you, sit down and have a fill of mine! There's no hurry, we have all the day before us!" Then Bilbo sat down on a seat by his door, crossed his legs, and blew out a beautiful grey ring of smoke that sailed up into the air without breaking and floated away over The Hill.
"Very pretty!" said Gandalf. "But I have no time to blow smoke-rings this morning. I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone."
"I should think so - in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty .disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner! I can't think what anybody sees in them," said our Mr. Baggins, and stuck one thumb behind his braces, and blew out another even bigger smoke-ring. Then he took out his morning letters, and begin to read, pretending to take no more notice of the old man. He had decided that he was not quite his sort, and wanted him to go away. But the old man did not move. He stood leaning on his stick and gazing at the hobbit without saying anything, till Bilbo got quite uncomfortable and even a little cross.
"Good morning!" he said at last. "We don't want any adventures here, thank you! You might try over The Hill or across The Water." By this he meant that the conversation was at an end.
"What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!" said Gandalf. "Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won't be good till I move off."
"Not at all, not at all, my dear sir! Let me see, I don't think I know your name?"
"Yes, yes, my dear sir - and I do know your name, Mr. Bilbo Baggins. And you do know my name, though you don't remember that I belong to it. I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me! To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!"
"Gandalf, Gandalf! Good gracious me! Not the wandering wizard that gave Old Took a pair of magic diamond studs that fastened themselves and never came undone till ordered? Not the fellow who used to tell such wonderful tales at parties, about dragons and goblins and giants and the rescue of princesses and the unexpected luck of widows' sons? Not the man that used to make such particularly excellent fireworks! I remember those! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve. Splendid! They used to go up like great lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!" You will notice already that Mr. Baggins was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers. "Dear me!" she went on. "Not the Gandalf who was responsible for so many quiet lads and lasses going off into the Blue for mad adventures. Anything from climbing trees to visiting Elves - or sailing in ships, sailing to other shores! Bless me, life used to be quite inter - I mean, you used to upset things badly in these parts once upon a time. I beg your pardon, but I had no idea you were still in business."
"Where else should I be?" said the wizard. "All the same I am pleased to find you remember something about me. You seem to remember my fireworks kindly, at any rate, land that is not without hope. Indeed for your old grand-father Took's sake, and for the sake of poor Belladonna, I will give you what you asked for."
"I beg your pardon, I haven't asked for anything!"
"Yes, you have! Twice now. My pardon. I give it you. In fact I will go so far as to send you on this adventure. Very amusing for me, very good for you and profitable too, very likely, if you ever get over it."
"Sorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you. Not today. Good morning! But please come to tea - any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Come tomorrow! Good-bye!"
With that the hobbit turned and scuttled inside his round green door, and shut it as quickly as he dared, not to seen rude. Wizards after all are wizards.
"What on earth did I ask him to tea for!" he said to him-self, as he went to the pantry. He had only just had breakfast, but he thought a cake or two and a drink of something would do him good after his fright. Gandalf in the meantime was still standing outside the door, and laughing long but quietly. After a while he stepped up, and with the spike of his staff scratched a queer sign on the hobbit's beautiful green front-door. Then he strode away, just about the time when Bilbo was finishing his second cake and beginning to think that he had escape adventures very well.
比尔博·巴金斯刚用完早餐，正站在门口抽著一根极长的烟斗，长得几乎都快碰到他刚梳理过的毛毛脚上了，甘道夫就在这时出现了。说到甘道夫啊！如果你对他的了解有我的一半──而我所听说的故事不过是九牛一毛，那么你就可以预料到将会有难以想像的奇妙故事发生。他所到之处，冒险和传奇都会如同雨后春笋一般冒出来，而且还是以最出人意料的形式发生。他已经有很多很多年没有经过小丘这一带了，自从他的好友老图克过世之后他也跟著销声匿迹，大夥几乎已忘记他的长相了。在他们还是小孩的时候，甘道夫还常常在小丘和小河一带忙碌地奔波。
不过，无辜的比尔博当天早上所见的，只是一名拿著拐杖的老人。他戴著蓝色的尖顶帽，披著灰色的斗篷，围著银色的围巾，白色的胡须直达他的腰际，脚上还穿著笨重的黑靴子。
“早上好啊！”比尔博真诚地说。太阳暖呼呼，草地又无比的翠绿。不过，甘道夫挑起又长又浓密的眉毛打量著他。
“你是什么意思？”甘道夫问：”你是要问候我早上可好，还是说不管我怎么做，早上天气都很好？还是说你觉得今天早上很好，或者今天是个应该拥有很好心情的早晨？”
“你说的都对！”比尔博说：”而且，还非常适合在门外抽烟斗。如果你身上有带烟斗，不妨坐在我身边，尽管用我的菸叶！没什么好急的嘛！今天还有一整天可以过呢！”话一说完，比尔博就在门口的凳子上坐了下来，翘起二郎腿，吐出一个美丽的灰色烟圈；烟圈就这么完好如初飘啊飘，一直越过小丘顶。
“真漂亮！”甘道夫说：”可惜我今早没时间在这边吐烟圈，我正想要找人和我一起参加未来的一场冒险，但在这里都找不到什么伙伴！”
“在这一带？那当然罗！我们可是老老实实过活的普通人，不需要什么冒险。这是很让人头痛、又不舒服的东西，会让你来不及吃晚饭！我实在搞不懂，冒险到底有什么好玩的？”比尔博将拇指插进腰带，又吐出另一个更大的烟圈。然后他拿出了早上收到的信，开始念诵，假装没时间理会这个老人。他已经暗自决定了，这家伙和他合不来，希望他赶快离开。但那老家伙还是不打算离开，他倚著拐杖，一言不发地打量著眼前的霍比特人，直到比尔博觉得浑身不对劲，甚至有些不高兴了。
“早上好啦！”他最后终于忍不住说：”多谢你好心，我们这边可不需要任何的冒险！你可以去小丘另一边或是小河附近打听看看。”他这句话的意思，就是请对方赶快滚蛋，不要再烦人。
“你的早上好还真是有很多用处哪！”甘道夫说：”这次你的意思，是想叫我赶快滚蛋，如果我不走，早上就不会好，对吧？”
“亲爱的先生，我没有这个意思！让我想想，我好像不认识你，对吧？”
“不，你有这个意思、你有这个意思！亲爱的先生，我却知道你的名字，比尔博·巴金斯先生，你也应该知道我的名字，只是你没办法把我和它联想在一起。我是甘道夫，甘道夫就是在下！真没想到有朝一日，贝拉多娜的儿子竟然会用这种口气对我说话，好像我是卖钮扣的推销员！”
“甘道夫，甘道夫──天哪！你该不会就是那个给了老图克一对魔法钻石耳环的人吧？那对钻石耳环除非接到主人的命令，否则永远不会掉下来！我还记得这个家伙，也会在宴会上说出许多许多精彩万分的故事，有恶龙、有半兽人、巨人，以及幸运的寡妇之子拯救公主的故事！更别提这个家伙还会制造棒得不得了的烟火！我还记得那华丽的烟火大会！老图克会在夏至那天晚上施放它们！让我一辈子都忘不掉！它们会像是火树银花一般地飞窜上天空，更会像空中楼阁一样整晚挂在天上！我还记得天上挂著莲花、龙嘴花和金链花的样子……”各位看官应该已经注意到，其实巴金斯先生并不像他自己认为的那么无趣，而且他还很喜欢花朵。”妈呀！天哪！”他继续兴奋地说：”这个甘道夫还影响了好多沈默寡言的少年、少女发梦去冒险哪！他们有的去爬树找精灵，有的驾船想要到对岸去！妈呀，这里以前本来是很安祥──喔喔，我是说你以前让这一带起过不小的骚动。实在很抱歉，但我没想到阁下目前还在营业哇！”
“不然我还能去哪里？”巫师说：”不过，我还是很高兴你记得我那么多事迹，至少，你似乎对我的烟火印象很好，看来你还有救。是啊，看在你外祖父的份上，还有那可怜的贝拉多娜，我将让你如愿以偿。”
“拜托，帮帮忙，我又没有许什么愿望！”
“错，你有！而且还说了两次。我会原谅你的，事实上，我甚至还会亲自送你参加这次的冒险。对我来说会很有趣，对你来说会很有利──甚至，只要你能够完成这次冒险，还会有不错的收入。”
“失礼了失礼了！多谢你的好意，但我真的不想要任何冒险，至少今天不想。我们说过早安了吧！记得有空来喝茶！对啦，明天怎么样？明天再来，再见！”话一说完，这名霍比特人就匆匆忙忙地钻进屋内，在不失礼的限制下尽快关上大门。毕竟，巫师还是巫师，最好不要得罪他们。
“搞什么鬼，我请他喝什么茶呀！”他一头冲进餐点室，责备著自己。他才刚吃过早餐，但在经过这一场惊吓后，或许一两块蛋糕和一些饮料，有助于平复他的情绪。
在此同时，甘道夫依旧站在门外，露出慈祥的笑容。笑了一阵子之后，他退了几步，用手杖的尖端在比尔博可爱的大门上，刻了个奇怪的记号，然后就大剌剌地转身离开，此时比尔博正好吞下第二块蛋糕，庆幸自己用高明的手段躲开了一次可怕的冒险。
The next day he had almost forgotten about Gandalf. He did not remember things very well, unless he put them down on his Engagement Tablet: like this: Gandalf '￥a Wednesday. Yesterday he had been too flustered to do anything of the kind. Just before tea-time there came a tremendous ring on the front-door bell, and then he remembered! He rushed and put on the kettle, and put out another cup and saucer and an extra cake or two, and ran to the door.
"I am so sorry to keep you waiting!" he was going to say, when he saw that it was not Gandalf at all. It was a dwarf with a blue beard tucked into a golden belt, and very bright eyes under his dark-green hood. As soon as the door was opened, he pushed inside, just as if he had been expected.
He hung his hooded cloak on the nearest peg, and "Dwalin at your service!" he said with a low bow.
"Bilbo Baggins at yours!" said the hobbit, too surprised to ask any questions for the moment. When the silence that followed had become uncomfortable, he added: "I am just about to take tea; pray come and have some with me." A little stiff perhaps, but he meant it kindly. And what would you do, if an uninvited dwarf came and hung his things up in your hall without a word of explanation?
They had not been at table long, in fact they had hardly reached the third cake, when there came another even louder ring at the bell.
"Excuse me!" said the hobbit, and off he went to the door.
"So you have got here at last!" was what he was going to say to Gandalf this time. But it was not Gandalf. Instead there was a very old-looking dwarf on the step with a white beard and a scarlet hood; and he too hopped inside as soon as the door was open, just as if he had been invited.
"I see they have begun to arrive already," he said when he caught sight of Dwalin's green hood hanging up. He hung his red one next to it, and "Balin at your service!" he said with his hand on his breast.
"Thank you!" said Bilbo with a gasp. It was not the correct thing to say, but they have begun to arrive had flustered him badly. He liked visitors, but he liked to know them before they arrived, and he preferred to ask them himself. He had a horrible thought that the cakes might run short, and then he-as the host: he knew his duty and stuck to it however painful-he might have to go without.
"Come along in, and have some tea!" he managed to say after taking a deep breath.
"A little beer would suit me better, if it is all the same to you, my good sir," said Balin with the white beard. "But I don't mind some cake-seed-cake, if you have any."
"Lots!" Bilbo found himself answering, to his own surprise; and he found himself scuttling off, too, to the cellar to fill a pint beer-mug, and to the pantry to fetch two beautiful round seed-cakes which he had baked that afternoon for his after-supper morsel.
When he got back Balin and Dwalin were talking at the table like old friends (as a matter of fact they were brothers). Bilbo plumped down the beer and the cake in front of them, when loud came a ring at the bell again, and then another ring.
"Gandalf for certain this time," he thought as he puffed along the passage. But it was not. It was two more dwarves, both with blue hoods, silver belts, and yellow beards; and each of them carried a bag of tools and a spade. In they hopped, as soon as the door began to open-Bilbo was hardly surprised at all.
"What can I do for you, my dwarves?" he said. "Kili at your service!" said the one. "And Fili!" added the other; and they both swept off their blue hoods and bowed.
"At yours and your family's!" replied Bilbo, remembering his manners this time.
"Dwalin and Balin here already, I see," said Kili. "Let us join the throng!"
"Throng!" thought Mr. Baggins. "I don't like the sound of that. I really must sit down for a minute and collect my wits, and have a drink." He had only just had a sip-in the corner, while the four dwarves sat around the table, and talked about mines and gold and troubles with the goblins, and the depredations of dragons, and lots of other things which he did not understand, and did not want to, for they sounded much too adventurous-when, ding-dong-a-ling-' dang, his bell rang again, as if some naughty little hobbit-boy was trying to pull the handle off. "Someone at the door!" he said, blinking. "Some four, I should say by the sound," said Fili. "Be-sides, we saw them coming along behind us in the distance."
The poor little hobbit sat down in the hall and put his head in his hands, and wondered what had happened, and what was going to happen, and whether they would all stay to supper. Then the bell rang again louder than ever, and he had to run to the door. It was not four after all, it was FIVE. Another dwarf had come along while he was wondering in the hall. He had hardly turned the knob, before they were all inside, bowing and saying "at your service" one after another. Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, and Gloin were their names; and very soon two purple hoods, a grey hood, a brown hood, and a white hood were hanging on the pegs, and off they marched with their broad hands stuck in their gold and silver belts to join the others. Already it had almost become a throng. Some called for ale, and some for porter, and one for coffee, and all of them for cakes; so the hobbit was kept very busy for a while.
A big jug of coffee bad just been set in the hearth, the seed-cakes were gone, and the dwarves were starting on a round of buttered scones, when there came-a loud knock. Not a ring, but a hard rat-tat on the hobbit's beautiful green door. Somebody was banging with a stick!
到了第二天，这家伙酒足饭饱，几乎完全忘记了甘道夫。除非他把事情写在约会记事簿上，否则他的记性实在不怎么好。一般来说，他会这样写：甘道夫周三用茶；昨天他手忙脚乱之下，根本忘记了这件事情。
距离下什茶的时间不久之前，前门传来了震耳的门铃声，他这才想了起来！他慌乱地煮起开水，准备了另一个茶杯和碟子和几块蛋糕，飞快地跑向门口。
“抱歉让你久等了！”他本来准备这样说，却发现眼前的并不是甘道夫。对方是一名将蓝胡子塞进金腰带中的矮人，他戴著深绿色的帽子，拥有一双非常明亮的眼睛。门一打开，他就闯了进来，彷佛主人和他是换帖的好兄弟一般。
他将连著兜帽的斗篷，找了个最靠近的衣帽架挂了起来，接著说：”德瓦林听候差遣！”他深深一鞠躬说。
“比尔博·巴金斯听您差遣！”霍比特人惊讶地忘记该问什么问题。当随之而来的沈默变得让人尴尬的时候，他补充道：”我正准备要喝茶，请来和我一起用。”或许转得有些生硬，但他的确是真心诚意的；而且，如果有个矮人不请自来的杀进你家，一句解释的话也没有，你又能怎么办呢？
他们在桌边坐了没多久，事实上，也才刚吃到第三块蛋糕，比前次更大声的门铃又响了起来。
“我先告退！”霍比特人又再度冲到门口。
“你可终于来了！”他本来准备对甘道夫这样说，但出现在眼前的又不是甘道夫。对方是名看起来非常苍老的矮人，一脸白色胡须，戴著红色帽子；同样的，他也是门一开就跳了进来，彷佛早八百年就接到邀请函一样。
“大家都开始报到了！”当他看见德瓦林的衣帽挂在架上时，这么说。他也把自己的红帽子挂在旁边：”巴林听候你的差遣！”他以手触胸说道。
“多谢！”比尔博吃了一惊，照礼数来说不该这么说的，但”大家都开始报到了”这句话让他乱了方寸。他喜欢访客，但他偏爱安排好的客人，而且更偏好由自己亲自邀请他们。他突然间有种不祥的预感──蛋糕可能会不够。而身为主人，他有个不管如何痛苦都必须遵守的礼数：必须先请客人吃，而他自己可能吃不到。
“快进来，先喝茶吧！”在深吸了一口气之后，他终于勉强说道。
“好心的先生，如果你不麻烦的话，来些啤酒会更好！”满脸白胡子的巴林说：”如果先生您有些香籽蛋糕的话，我也更不介意。”
“当然当然，我有很多！”比尔博意外地发现自己竟然这样回答，而且自己的双脚就这么自顾自地忙了起来。他先到酒窖装了一大壶的啤酒，然后又去餐点间拿了两个香喷喷的圆形香籽蛋糕──这还是他下什刚烤的，准备拿来当作晚餐之后的宵点。
当他回来之后，巴林和德瓦林已经像是个老友般地交谈起来（事实上，他们根本是兄弟）。比尔博才把啤酒和蛋糕放在桌上，门铃又大声响了起来，而且还连响两次！
“这次一定是甘道夫了！”他气喘吁吁地跑过走廊时心中猜测，但这次依旧不是。又来了两名矮人，两个都戴蓝色兜帽、银色腰带、蓄著黄色胡子，而且都背著一袋工具和一柄铲子。门一开，他们就老实不客气地冲了进来，不过这次可吓不倒比尔博了。
“亲爱的矮人们，有什么我可以帮忙的地方吗？”他说。
“奇力听候您的差遣！”其中一个说。”还有菲力也是！”另一个人补充道。两人都很快地脱下帽子，深深一鞠躬。
“在下听候您和您家人的差遣！”比尔博这次才终于照著礼数回答了他们。
“原来德瓦林和巴林都已经先到了，”奇力说：”我们一起乐一乐吧！”
“乐一乐！”巴金斯先生心中想：”这听起来可不妙，我得先坐下来喝口茶，好好想一想应对之策才行。”他躲在角落喝了一口，其他四名矮人则是豪迈地坐在桌边，大声谈笑著矿坑、黄金和半兽人所惹的麻烦，恶龙的劫掠，还有很多其他事物是他不了解、也不想多听的，因为这些事情听起来都太具冒险性了。这时，叮咚铃当，他的门铃又响了，好像是某个顽皮的霍比特小孩，使尽全身力气想把门铃扯掉一样。
“又有人来了！”他眨著眼睛说。
“从那声音听起来，我猜应该是四个人，”菲力说：”而且，我们来之前就看到他们跟在我后面。”
可怜的霍比特人就这么坐在客厅，双手捧著脑袋，不知道到底是怎么一回事，也不知道这些恶客究竟会不会留下来吃晚餐。然后，门铃又肆无忌惮地大吵大闹起来，他只得拼了老命跑去开门。开门之后他才发现，这根本不是四个人，而是五个人！当他在客厅里面发呆的时候，又有另一名矮人凑了上来；他才刚转了门把，所有的人就一涌而入，都鞠躬说著：”听候您差遣”！他们是朵力、诺力、欧力、欧音和葛罗音，很快的，两顶紫帽子、一顶灰帽子，一顶褐帽子，还有一顶白帽子都被挂在衣帽架上，这些矮人都把大手插在黄金或是白银的腰带中，大摇大摆地加入同伴的行列。这些人的确看来已经有了乐一乐的实力。有些人要喝麦酒，有些人想喝黑啤酒，有一个则是想喝咖啡，但每个人都要吃蛋糕。因此，这个劳碌命的霍比特人，就这样忙进忙出了好一回儿。
炉上正在煮著一大壶咖啡，香籽蛋糕全部阵亡，矮人们正开始进攻涂了奶油的麦饼，这时，门上又传来了大声的敲门声。这次不是门铃，而是在霍比特人漂亮的绿门上敲打的声音──有人用木棍在槌打门！
Bilbo rushed along the passage, very angry, and altogether bewildered and bewuthered-this was the most awkward Wednesday he ever remembered. He pulled open the door with a jerk, and they all fell in, one on top of the other. More dwarves, four more! And there was Gandalf behind, leaning on his staff and laughing. He had made quite a dent on the beautiful door; he had also, by the way, knocked out the secret mark that he had put there the morning before.
"Carefully! Carefully!" he said. "It is not like you, Bilbo, to keep friends waiting on the mat, and then open the door like a pop-gun! Let me introduce Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, and especially Thorin!"
"At your service!" said Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur standing in a row. Then they hung up two yellow hoods and a pale green one; and also a sky-blue one with a long silver tassel. This last belonged to Thorin, an enormously important dwarf, in fact no other than the great Thorin Oakenshield himself, who was not at all pleased at falling flat on Bilbo's mat with Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur on top of him. For one thing Bombur was immensely fat and heavy. Thorin indeed was very haughty, and said nothing about service; but poor Mr. Baggins said he was sorry so many times, that at last he grunted "pray don't mention it," and stopped frowning.
"Now we are all here!" said Gandalf, looking at the row of thirteen hoods-the best detachable party hoods-and his own hat hanging on the pegs. "Quite a merry gathering!
I hope there is something left for the late-comers to eat and drink! What's that? Tea! No thank you! A little red wine, I think, for me." "And for me," said Thorin. "And raspberry jam and apple-tart," said Bifur. "And mince-pies and cheese," said Bofur. "And pork-pie and salad," said Bombur. "And more cakes-and ale-and coffee, if you don't mind," called the other dwarves through the door.
"Put on a few eggs, there's a good fellow!" Gandalf called after him, as the hobbit stumped off to the pantries. "And just bring out the cold chicken and pickles!"
"Seems to know as much about the inside of my larders as I do myself!" thought Mr. Baggins, who was feeling positively flummoxed, and was beginning to wonder whether a most wretched adventure had not come 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 come 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 come 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.
比尔博非常生气地冲过走廊，脑袋中一团混乱，什么也搞不清楚，这是他这辈子最混乱的一个星期三。他猛地一拉门，门外的人全都跌了进来，一个接一个地摔在地板上。更多的矮人，又来了四个！甘道夫就站在后面，倚著手杖哈哈大笑。他在门上敲出了不少痕迹，而且，他也顺便把昨天做的那个秘密记号给磨掉了。
“小心点！小心点！”他说。”我说比尔博啊，让朋友在门口苦等，又冷不防地猛然打开门，这可不像是你的风格啊！请容我介绍毕佛、波佛和庞伯，还有这位索林！”
“听候您的差遣！”毕佛、波佛和庞伯排成一列说。然后，他们又挂起了两顶黄色的帽子和一顶淡绿色的帽子，另外还有一顶是天蓝色的帽子，上面还有长长的银穗。最后一顶帽子是索林的，他是名非常重要的矮人，事实上，他是索林·橡木盾。此刻他对于自己摔
在地板上，身上还压著毕佛、波佛和庞伯并不很高兴。因为，浑身肥肉的庞伯重的惊人。索林相当的高傲，他没说什么听候差遣的话；不过，可怜的比尔博已经道了很多次歉，最后，哼了一句”别再说了”，紧锁的双眉好不容易舒展开来。
“大家都到齐了！”甘道夫看著那十三顶适合宴会的鲜艳帽子和他自己的尖顶帽挂在帽架上，说：”这可真是难得啊！希望迟到的人还有东西可以吃喝啊！那是啥？茶！不，谢了！我想喝点红酒。”
“我也是，”索林说。
“还有蓝莓果酱和苹果塔，”毕佛说。
“还有碎肉派和乳酪，”波佛说。
“还有猪肉派和沙拉，”庞伯说。
“如果您不介意的话，请再来点蛋糕、麦酒和咖啡！”其他矮人隔著门大喊。
“还有几颗水煮蛋啊，您真是个好人！”比尔博连滚带爬地冲向餐点室的时候，他们又补了一句：”也别忘了熏鸡肉和腌黄瓜！”
“这家伙怎么对我的食物柜这么清楚！”巴金斯先生觉得脑中一团混乱，开始怀疑这次是不是一场最让人担心的冒险杀进了他的家门？等到他把所有的杯碗瓢盆刀叉瓶碟都用大托盘装好之后，已经汗如雨下、满脸通红，还觉得相当地不高兴。
“这些矮人真是太没礼貌了！”他大声说：”为什么他们不来帮帮忙呢？”天哪，巴林和德瓦林不就正站在门口吗？身后还站著菲力和奇力，在他来得及说第二个字之前，他们就把托盘和几张小桌子都搬了出去，把外面重新给安排了一次。
甘道夫的身边围绕著十三名矮人，比尔博坐在壁炉边的小凳子上，啃著一块小饼乾（他的食欲已经暂时消失了），试著强自镇定，表现出一切都是稀松平常、对他来说这绝不是什么冒险的态势。矮人们吃了又吃，聊了又聊，时间不停的流逝，最后，他们把椅子一推，比尔博正准备去收拾所有的餐具。
“诸位应该都会留下来用晚餐吧？”他用最镇定、最有礼貌的口气问道。
“当然罗！”索林说：”我们还会再待久一点，这么晚了不方便办事，而且我们也应该享受一些音乐才对。快把东西收乾净！”
十二名矮人（不包括索林，他地位太高了，必须继续和甘道夫谈天）立刻弹了起来，把所有东西都堆得高高的。他们不等托盘，就立刻把如山的餐具用单手扛了起来，上面还都放著一个瓶子。比尔博惊慌莫名地跟在后面紧张兮兮大叫：”请小心点！”、”求求你们，不要麻烦了！我自己来就好！”但矮人照旧扯开喉咙唱了起来：
弄碎杯子打碎盘子！
磨钝刀子折弯叉子！
这就是比尔博·巴金斯最恨的样子──
打烂瓶子烧掉塞子！
割碎桌布乱丢奶油！
还把牛奶倒在地板！
卧室的地毯上留下骨头！
更把酒泼上每个门板！
这些全都丢进煮汤大锅里；
用根棍子猛力地敲打出气，
弄完如果还有完整的容器，
就把它们滚到客厅里！
比尔博·巴金斯最恨这样子！
我们一定得小心！小心拿这些盘子！
当然，他们并没有做出像歌词内容这么可怕的事情，所有的东西都被快如闪电地清理好、收到柜子里去。霍比特人则是在厨房里面急得团团转，想要看清楚他们在做些什么。然后，一夥人又走了回来，他们这才看到索林正把脚翘在桌上，好整以暇地抽著烟斗。他吐出来的烟圈更是史无前例的巨大，不管他叫这些烟圈往哪儿飘，它们都乖乖地听话。这些烟圈会钻进烟囱、躲进壁炉上的时钟、绕著天花板舞动；不过，不管这些烟圈飘到哪里，都躲不过甘道夫的瞄准。噗！他会从短柄陶烟斗中喷出更小的烟圈，穿过索林的每一个烟圈，然后，甘道夫的烟圈会变成绿色的，飘回巫师的头上。他的脑袋上这时已经飘了很多烟圈，在微弱的光线中看来有种神秘的气质。比尔博张大了嘴看著眼前的景象，因为他最喜欢烟圈了；然后，他想起自己昨天的班门弄斧，不禁涨红了脸。
“来点音乐吧！”索林说：”拿出乐器来！”
奇力和菲力立刻跑到他们的背包旁边，拿回来两把小提琴，朵力、诺力和欧力则是从衣服里面掏出横笛，庞伯从客厅里面变出一个鼓，毕佛和波佛也走了出去，从放置手杖的地方拿回来几把竖笛。德瓦林和巴林则是说：”抱歉，我们把乐器放在门口了！””把我的也一起拿进来，”索林说。他们拿回来和自己一样高的六弦琴，索林的竖琴则是用布包著。那是把美丽的黄金竖琴，索林一拨琴弦，甜美的音乐立刻流泄而出，让比尔博忘却了身边的一切烦恼，飘向遥远的黑暗大地，看著天上的陌生月光，远离了附近的小河和山丘。
夜色从面对著小山那边的窗户飘流进来，壁炉的火跟著闪动（现在还是四月），他们依旧继续演奏著，甘道夫的胡子则是在墙壁上投下奇怪的阴影。
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 come 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 compliments 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 coming up inside, and very soon it burst out like the whistle of an engine coming out of a tunnel. All the dwarves sprang Bp knocking over the table. Gandalf struck a blue light on the end of his magic staff, and in its firework glare the poor little hobbit could be seen kneeling on the hearth-rug, shaking like a jelly that was melting. Then he fell flat on the floor, and kept on calling out "struck by lightning, struck by lightning!" over and over again; and that was all they could get out of him for a long time. So they took him and laid him out of the way on the drawing-room sofa with a drink at his elbow, and they went back to their dark business.
黑暗笼罩了整座屋子，炉火也慢慢熄灭了，影子跟著消失，但他们依旧继续演奏著，一个接一个的，边演奏乐器，边歌唱，低沈的声音吟颂著古代的地底故乡。底下就是他们歌谣的一部分，只是，没有音乐的伴奏，不知道这首歌是否还是同样的动听。
越过冰冷山脉和雾气，
到达低深地窖古洞里，
我们需在天亮前出发，
寻找美丽黄金所在地。
过往矮人立下伟大功业，
铁锤落下如同铃声美乐，
在幽深之处，黑暗的生物沈睡
于基地之下的巢穴。
远古国王和精灵般的贵族，
拥有无尽黄金和宝珠，
他们锤打锻造，捕捉四散光辉，
藏于宝剑柄上的钻箍。
在银项练上挂著
奔流星光，在皇冠上镶著
金丝织龙炎，
他们捕捉阳光和月亮的光热。
越过冰冷山脉和雾气，
到达低深地窖古洞里，
我们需在天亮前出发，
寻回继承的远古黄金地。
他们替自己打造了美丽酒杯，
黄金竖琴，无人得窥
它们静静隐匿，许多歌曲
人类和精灵都未赏其味。
松树在高地哭嚎，
强风在夜间喧闹。
火焰赤红，无情蔓延，
树木像是火把般狂啸。
谷中钟声响亮，
人类神情仓皇；
龙之眼比火焰更强，
毁了高塔和厅房。
月光下山脉烟雾笼罩；
矮人听见末日号角声到。
逃离厅堂却又陷入危难，
在他脚下，月光下依旧在劫难逃。
在远方迷雾山脉中悲叹，
低深地窖古洞幽暗，
我们需在天亮前离开，
为继承竖琴和黄金，不惜与他一战！
随著他们的歌曲，霍比特人开始对那些结合了灵巧的双手、智慧与魔法所打造出来的物品感受到深刻的爱恋；一种和矮人一样强烈、嫉妒的情绪。此时，他身体内图克家族的血统苏醒了，他想要去看看那伟大的山脉，聆听松树的歌谣和瀑布的雄壮，探索洞穴，身上配著宝剑而不是平凡的手杖。他看向窗外，黑暗的天空中星斗闪耀，让他想起了黑暗洞穴中矮人的宝藏。突然间，小河边一阵火光闪过，可能是某个人点燃了营火；这却让他想起了贪得无餍的恶龙坐在他宁静的小山上，把所有的一切都以火焰吞没。他打了个寒颤，立刻恢复了清醒，再度成为与世无争的袋底洞的巴金斯先生。
他浑身发抖地站了起来，不太想要去点亮油灯，只是想要作个样子，躲在酒窖中的酒桶后面，等到矮人全走光之后才出来。突然间，他意识到音乐和歌曲全都停了下来，所有人的眼睛穿透黑暗，闪闪发光地看著他。
“你要去哪里？”索林的口气十分严厉，似乎已经猜到霍比特人心中想些什么。
“我只想要来点光而已，可以吗？”比尔博满怀歉意地说。
“我们喜欢黑暗，”矮人说：”黑暗适合秘密的讨论！在天亮之前还有很长的时间呢。”
“当然，当然！”比尔博急忙地坐了下来。他一不小心没坐上板凳，却撞上了壁炉旁边的火钳和铲子。
“小声点！”甘道夫说：”听索林要说什么！”索林就滔滔不绝地开始了。
“甘道夫、矮人们和巴金斯先生！我们聚集在这位朋友和同谋者的家中，这位最棒、大无畏的的霍比特人，愿他脚上的毛永不脱落！敬他的葡萄酒和麦酒！”他停下来换口气，顺便希望获得霍比特人礼貌的回应。不过，比尔博·巴金斯听到同谋者已经吓得不知所措，而”
大无畏”这个形容词，更是让他张口结舌，本来准备抗议的嘴巴也只冒出了几个泡泡，纠结的小脑袋已经可怜地快要烧掉。因此，索林继续道：
“我们在此聚会是为了讨论我们的计画、方法、企图、政策和工具。我们在天亮之前就必须踏上漫长的旅途，这次的旅程，我们其中部分的人，甚至是全部都可能无法归来。（当然，我们的朋友和顾问，聪明的巫师甘道夫是个例外）这是严肃的一刻，我们已经都很清楚目标。针对可敬的巴金斯先生，和几位比较年轻的矮人（指的是奇力和菲力），我们可能必须简短地解释一下目前的确实状况──”
这就是索林的行事风格，他是个地位很高的矮人，如果时间允许，他可以这样一直长篇大论的说下去，直到他喘不过气来为止，而这些话语中没有一个字是在场的听众所不知道的。不过，这次他被粗鲁地打断了，可怜的比尔博再也忍不住了，一听见”可能无法归来”这几个字，他就觉得一阵呕心反胃和想要尖叫。很快的，那声音就像是隧道中的蒸气炉一般爆发了，所有的矮人立刻跳了起来，还把桌椅给撞翻了！甘道夫立刻用魔杖点亮了蓝光，在这炫丽的光芒中，所有的矮人都可以看见可怜的小霍比特人跪在地上，像是快融化的果冻，不停地发抖。然后他趴在地上，不停大喊著”被闪电打到了！被闪电打到了！”有很长的一段时间，他们只能从他嘴里听到这句话。于是，他们把这家伙抱到客厅的沙发上，手边放著饮料，一夥人又继续回去讨论秘密的计画。
"Excitable little fellow," said Gandalf, as they sat down again. "Gets funny queer fits, but he is one of the best, one of the best-as fierce as a dragon in a pinch."
If you have ever seen a dragon in a pinch, you will realize that this was only poetical exaggeration applied to any hobbit, even to Old Took's great-granduncle Bullroarer, who was so huge (for a hobbit) that he could ride a horse. He charged the ranks of the goblins of Mount Gram in the Battle of the Green Fields, and knocked their king Gol-firnbul's head clean off with a wooden club. It sailed a hundred yards through the air and went down a rabbit hole, and in this way the battle was won and the game of Golf invented at the same moment.
In the meanwhile, however, Bullroarer's gentler descendant was reviving in the drawing-room. After a while and a drink he crept nervously to the door of the parlour. This is what he heard, Gloin speaking: "Humph!" (or some snort more or less like that). "Will he do, do you think? It is all very well for Gandalf to talk about this hobbit being fierce, but one shriek like that in a moment of excitement would be enough to wake the dragon and all his relatives, and kill the lot of us. I think it sounded more like fright than excitement! In fact, if it bad not been for the sign on the door, I should have been sure we had come to the wrong house. As soon as I clapped eyes on the little fellow bobbing and puffing on the mat, I had my doubts. He looks more like a grocer-than a burglar!"
Then Mr. Baggins turned the handle and went in. The Took side had won. He suddenly felt he would go without bed and breakfast to be thought fierce. As for little fellow bobbing on the mat it almost made him really fierce. Many a time afterwards the Baggins part regretted what he did now, and he said to himself: "Bilbo, you were a fool; you walked right in and put your foot in it."
"Pardon me," he said, "if I have overheard words that you were saying. I don't pretend to understand what you are talking about, or your reference to burglars, but I think I am right in believing" (this is what he called being on his dignity) "that you think I am no good. I will show you. I have no signs on my door-it was painted a week ago-, and I am quite sure you have come to the wrong house. As soon as I saw your funny faces on the door-step, I had my doubts. But treat it as the right one. Tell me what you want done, and I will try it, if I have to walk from here to the East of East and fight the wild Were-worms in the Last Desert. I bad a great-great-great-granduncle once, Bullroarer Took, and —"
"Yes, yes, but that was long ago," said Gloin. "I was talking about you. And I assure you there is a mark on this door-the usual one in the trade, or used to be. Burglar wants a good job, plenty of Excitement and reasonable Reward, that's how it is usually read. You can say Expert Treasure-hunter instead of Burglar if you like. Some of them do. It's all the same to us. Gandalf told us that there was a man of the sort in these parts looking for a Job at once, and that he had arranged for a meeting here this Wednesday tea-time."
"Of course there is a mark," said Gandalf. "I put it there myself. For very good reasons. You asked me to find the fourteenth man for your expedition, and I chose Mr. Baggins. Just let anyone say I chose the wrong man or the wrong house, and you can stop at thirteen and have all the bad luck you like, or go back to digging coal."
He scowled so angrily at Gloin that the dwarf huddled back in his chair; and when Bilbo tried to open his mouth to ask a question, he turned and frowned at him and stuck out his bushy eyebrows, till Bilbo shut his mouth tight with a snap. "That's right," said Gandalf. "Let's have no more argument. I have chosen Mr. Baggins and that ought to be enough for all of you. If I say he is a Burglar, a Burglar he is, or will be when the time comes. There is a lot more in him than you guess, and a deal more than he has any idea of himself. You may (possibly) all live to thank me yet. Now Bilbo, my boy, fetch the lamp, and let's have little light on this!"
On the table in the light of a big lamp with a red shad he spread a piece of parchment rather like a map.
"This was made by Thror, your grandfather, Thorin, he said in answer to the dwarves' excited questions. "It is a plan of the Mountain."
"I don't see that this will help us much," said Thorin disappointedly after a glance. "I remember the Mountain well enough and the lands about it. And I know where Mirkwood is, and the Withered Heath where the great dragons bred."
"There is a dragon marked in red on the Mountain, said Balin, "but it will be easy enough to find him without that, if ever we arrive there."
"There is one point that you haven't noticed," said the wizard, "and that is the secret entrance. You see that rune on the West side, and the hand pointing to it from the other runes?*(That marks a hidden passage to the Lower Halls.
"It may have been secret once," said Thorin, "but how do we know that it is secret any longer? Old Smaug had lived there long enough now to find out anything there is to know about those caves."
"He may-but he can't have used it for years and years. "Why?"
"Because it is too small. 'Five feet high the door and three may walk abreast' say the runes, but Smaug could not creep into a hole that size, not even when he was a young dragon, certainly not after devouring so many of the dwarves and men of Dale."
"It seems a great big hole to me," squeaked Bilbo (who had no experience of dragons and only of hobbit-holes) He was getting excited and interested again, so that he forgot to keep his mouth shut. He loved maps, and in his hall there hung a large one of the Country Round with all his favourite walks marked on it in red ink. "How could such a large door be kept secret from everybody outside, apart from the dragon?" he asked. He was only a little hobbit you must remember.
"In lots of ways," said Gandalf. "But in what way this one has been hidden we don't know without going to see. From what it says on the map I should guess there is a closed door which has been made to look exactly like the side of the Mountain. That is the usual dwarves' method- I think that is right, isn't it?" "Quite right," said Thorin.
“这家伙太容易兴奋了！”甘道夫在众人坐下来的时候说：”有时会像这样发癫，但他是最好的，真的是个中翘楚，像是被逼到绝境的恶龙一样地凶猛。”
如果你真的看过陷入绝境的恶龙，那么你就会知道用这种说法来形容任何霍比特人，都是善意的夸大词，即使是用来形容老图克的曾曾舅公”吼牛”也是太过分了些。吼牛的身形高壮到可以骑乘人类的马匹，在绿原之战中，他一马当先地冲向格兰山半兽人的阵中，用根木棒就乾净俐落地敲掉了对方首领高耳夫裘的脑袋。他的脑袋飞了一百码，掉进一个兔子洞中，于是赢得了这场战争，同时也发明了高尔夫球的比赛。
但在此时，吼牛的后代子孙则是奄奄一息地躺在客厅中。过了一阵子，喝了一点饮料之后，他才紧张兮兮地爬回门边偷听。他正好听到葛罗音说”哼！（反正就是某种类似的哼声啦！）你们认为他可以吗？甘道夫说这个霍比特人很凶猛是不错啦，但如果只要他一兴
奋，就会这样尖叫，这足以叫醒恶龙一家大小，会害我们送了性命。我觉得这听起来更像是害怕，而不是兴奋！事实上，如果不是因为门上的记号，我还以为我们来错地方了。当我一看到这个胖家伙气喘吁吁地跑来跑去的时候，心里就觉得不对劲；他看起来不像什么飞贼，反而像是杂货店老板！”
然后，巴金斯先生转开门把，走了进去。图克家族的血统击倒一切，他突然间觉得自己宁可少吃一顿早餐、不睡床上，也要被人认为是个凶猛的家伙。听见”胖家伙气喘吁吁”的时候，他真的差点生起气来。但过了今晚之后，巴金斯会为当时的行为懊悔不已，他会对自己说：”比尔博，你真是蠢，这都是你自作自受，自己送上门去的！”
“抱歉打搅诸位，”他说：”希望我没有打搅到你们的讨论。我并不想假装了解你们在讨论什么，或是你们为什么提到什么飞贼，但我想至少有一点没听错──（这就是他自尊发作的时候）你认为我不够好，我会让你知道的；我的门上根本没什么记号，事实上，上
个礼拜我才刚漆过油漆，我确定你们一定找错屋子了。当我看见你们那些好笑的脸孔时，我也觉得不对劲，但我可是一点礼数都没有少。告诉我你们想要干什么，我会试著去完成，即使我必须前往极东的沙漠，去和野生的地蛇奋战也在所不惜。嘿嘿，我有个曾曾曾舅公，吼牛·图克，他──”
“是啊，是啊，但那已经是很久以前的事了，”葛罗音说：”我指的是你。而且，我可以对你保证，门上有个记号，就是你这一行通常用的记号：『飞贼想要好工作，寻求刺激和合理的报酬』那个记号的意思是这样的。当然，如果你喜欢的话，也可以说是『职业宝藏猎人』，有些人就这么称呼自己，事实上，对我们来说都一样。甘道夫告诉我们，这一带有人想要立刻找个工作，他已经安排好这个星期三下什茶的时间会面。”
“门上当然有记号，”甘道夫说：”就是在下亲手弄的，我当然有好理由。你们要求我替你们找到第十四个伙伴，我选择了巴金斯先生。哪个家伙敢说我挑错人、找错房子，你们就可以继续组成十三人的队伍，好好享受那种厄运，或者是回去挖煤炭。”
他恼怒地瞪著葛罗音，对方缩回椅子上；而当比尔博张嘴想要问问题的时候，甘道夫又朝著对方挑起浓密的眉毛，直到比尔博识相地啪答一声闭上嘴。”这才对！”甘道夫说：”不要再争吵了，我已经选中了巴金斯先生，你们知道这样就够了。如果我说他是飞贼，他就是飞贼，时候到了自然会是。你们可别小看他，他可是深藏不露，连他自己都不太清楚。你们将来如果可以活下来，也别忘记感谢我。对了，比尔博，乖孩子，去拿油灯吧，让我们看个清楚！”
在一盏大油灯的光亮之下，他摊开一张像是地图的纸张。
“这是索尔所做的地图，索林，他是你的曾祖父，”他顺便回答了矮人们兴奋的疑问，”这是前往山中的道路。”
“我看不出来这对我们有多大帮助，”索林看了一眼之后失望地说：”我对那座山和四周的景物都记得很清楚，我也知道幽暗密林在哪里，也记得巨龙们生养后代的凋谢荒地在哪里。”
“山里面有个地方，标记著红色的恶龙标志，”巴林说：”可是如果我们能够到那边，不需要地图也找得到它在哪里。”
“有个地方你们都没有注意到，”巫师说：”就是这里有个密门。你们看到了西边的符文吗？还有另一个符文上有一只手指向那边吗？[ZW(]翻到本书前面的地图，就可以看见甘道夫所描述的景象。[ZW)]这标示的是一个通往低层大厅的密道。”
“以前或许是密道，”索林说：”但我们怎么晓得，这条路是否还不为外人所知？老史矛革已经在那边住了很久，对洞穴应该是了若指掌。”
“或许吧，但他可能有许多许多年没有用过这密道了。”
“为什么？”
“因为这太小了。符文上面写的是『门有五尺高，三个人可以并肩走』，史矛革可爬不进这种尺寸的洞穴，特别是在吃掉了那么多矮人和谷地中的人类之后。”
“我觉得那是个很大的洞，”比尔博低声地说（他对于恶龙完全没有任何经验，只知道霍比特人的洞穴）。他又变得十分兴奋，对大家讨论的话题很感兴趣，因此忘记要闭上尊口。他喜欢地图，客厅里面就挂著一面大大的邻近地区详图，他喜欢散步的路径都用红色的墨水标记起来。”就算不管那只龙，这么大的门要怎么躲过外面所有人的眼睛？”他问道。读者们必须记住，他只是个没什么见识的小霍比特人。
“有很多种方法，”甘道夫说：”但这扇门用的是什么方法，如果不去看就不会知道。从地图上的记载看来，我猜这扇门只要关起来就一定和山壁一模一样。矮人通常都是这么做的，对吧？”
“的确没错，”索林说。
"Also," went on Gandalf, "I forgot to mention that with the map went a key, a small and curious key. Here it is!" he said, and handed to Thorin a key with a long barrel and intricate wards, made of silver. "Keep it safe!"
"Indeed I will," said Thorin, and he fastened it upon a fine chain that hung about his neck and under his jacket. "Now things begin to look more hopeful. This news alters them much for-the better. So far we have had no clear idea what to do. We thought of going East, as quiet and careful as we could, as far as the Long Lake. After that the trouble would begin."
"A long time before that, if I know anything about the loads East," interrupted Gandalf.
"We might go from there up along the River Running," went on Thorin taking no notice, "and so to the ruins of Dale-the old town in the valley there, under the shadow of the Mountain. But we none of us liked the idea of the Front Gate. The river runs right out of it through the great cliff at the South of the Mountain, and out of it comes the dragon too-far too often, unless he has changed."
"That would be no good," said the wizard, "not without a mighty Warrior, even a Hero. I tried to find one; but warriors are busy fighting one another in distant lands, and in this neighbourhood heroes are scarce, or simply lot to be found. Swords in these parts are mostly blunt, and axes are used for trees, and shields as cradles or dish-covers; and dragons are comfortably far-off (and therefore legendary). That is why I settled on burglary-especially when I remembered the existence of a Side-door. And here is our little Bilbo Baggins, the burglar, the chosen and selected burglar. So now let's get on and make some plans."
"Very well then," said Thorin, "supposing the burglar-expert gives us some ideas or suggestions." He turned with mock-politeness to Bilbo.
"First I should like to know a bit more about things," said he, feeling all confused and a bit shaky inside, but so far still lookishly determined to go on with things. "I mean about the gold and the dragon, and all that, and how it got there, and who it belongs to, and so on and further."
"Bless me!" said Thorin, "haven't you got a map? And didn't you hear our song? And haven't we been talking about all this for hours?"
"All the same, I should like it all plain and clear," said he obstinately, putting on his business manner (usually reserved for people who tried to borrow money off him), and doing his best to appear wise and prudent and professional and live up to Gandalf's recommendation. "Also I should like to know about risks, out-of-pocket expenses, time required and remuneration, and so forth"-by which he meant: "What am I going to get out of it? And am I going to come back alive?"
"O very well," said Thorin. "Long ago in my grandfather Thror's time our family was driven out of the far North, and came back with all their wealth and their tools to this Mountain on the map. It had been discovered by my far ancestor, Thrain the Old, but now they mined and they tunnelled and they made huger halls and greater workshops -and in addition I believe they found a good deal of gold and a great many jewels too. Anyway they grew immensely rich and famous, and my grandfather was King under the Mountain again and treated with great reverence by the mortal men, who lived to the South, and were gradually spreading up the Running River as far as the valley overshadowed by the Mountain. They built the merry town of Dale there in those days. Kings used to send for our smiths, and reward even the least skilful most richly. Fathers would beg us to take their sons as apprentices, and pay us handsomely, especially in food-supplies, which we never bothered to grow or find for ourselves. Altogether those were good days for us, and the poorest of us had money to spend and to lend, and leisure to make beautiful things just for the fun of it, not to speak of the most marvellous and magical toys, the like of which is not to be found in the world now-a-days. So my grandfather's halls became full of armour and jewels and carvings and cups, and the toy-market of Dale was the wonder of the North.
"Undoubtedly that was what brought the dragon. Dragons steal gold and jewels, you know, from men and elves and dwarves, wherever they can find them; and they guard their plunder as long as they live (which is practically forever, unless they are killed), and never enjoy a brass ring of it. Indeed they hardly know a good bit of work from a bad, though they usually have a good notion of the current market value; and they can't make a thing for themselves, not even mend a little loose scale of their armour. There were lots of dragons in the North in those days, and gold was probably getting scarce up there, with the dwarves flying south or getting killed, and all the general waste and destruction that dragons make going from bad to worse. There was a most especially greedy, strong and wicked worm called Smaug. One day he flew up into the air and came south. The first we heard of it was a noise like a hurricane coming from the North, and the pine-trees on the Mountain creaking and cracking in the wind. Some of the dwarves who happened to be outside (I was one luckily -a fine adventurous lad in those days, always wandering about, and it saved my life that day)-well, from a good way off we saw the dragon settle on our mountain in a spout of flame. Then he came down the slopes and when he reached the woods they all went up in fire. By that time all the bells were ringing in Dale and the warriors were arming. The dwarves rushed out of their great gate; but there was the dragon waiting for them. None escaped that way. The river rushed up in steam and a fog fell on Dale, and in the fog the dragon came on them and destroyed most of the warriors-the usual unhappy story, it was only too common in those days. Then he went back and crept in through the Front Gate and routed out all the halls, and lanes, and tunnels, alleys, cellars, mansions and passages. After that there were no dwarves left alive inside, and he took all their wealth for himself. Probably, for that is the dragons' way, he has piled it all up in a great heap far inside, and sleeps on it for a bed. Later he used to crawl out of the great gate and come by night to Dale, and carry away people, especially maidens, to eat, until Dale was ruined, and all the people dead or gone. What goes on there now I don't know for certain, but I don't suppose anyone lives nearer to the Mountain than the far edge of the Long Lake now-a-days.
"The few of us that were well outside sat and wept in hiding, and cursed Smaug; and there we were unexpectedly joined by my father and my grandfather with singed beards. They looked very grim but they said very little. When I asked how they had got away, they told me to hold my tongue, and said that one day in the proper time I should know. After that we went away, and we have had to earn our livings as best we could up and down the lands, often enough sinking as low as blacksmith-work or even coalmining. But we have never forgotten our stolen treasure. And even now, when I will allow we have a good bit laid by and are not so badly off"-here Thorin stroked the gold chain round his neck-"we still mean to get it back, and to bring our curses home to Smaug-if we can.
"I have often wondered about my father's and my grandfather's escape. I see now they must have had a private Side-door which only they knew about. But apparently they made a map, and I should like to know how Gandalf got hold of it, and why it did not come down to me, the rightful heir."
"I did not 'get hold of it,' I was given it," said the wizard.
"Your grandfather Thror was killed, you remember, in the mines of Moria by Azog the Goblin —"
"Curse his name, yes," said Thorin.
"And Thrain your father went away on the twenty-first of April, a hundred years ago last Thursday, and has never been seen by you since—"
"True, true," said Thorin.
"Well, your father gave me this to give to you; and if I have chosen my own time and way of handing it over, you can hardly blame me, considering the trouble I had to find you. Your father could not remember his own name when he gave me the paper, and he never told me yours; so on the whole I think I ought to be praised and thanked. Here it is," said he handing the map to Thorin.
"I don't understand," said Thorin, and Bilbo felt he would have liked to say the same. The explanation did not seem to explain.
"Your grandfather," said the wizard slowly and grimly, "gave the map to his son for safety before he went to the mines of Moria. Your father went away to try his luck with the map after your grandfather was killed; and lots of adventures of a most unpleasant sort he had, but he never got near the Mountain. How he got there I don't know, but I found him a prisoner in the dungeons of the Necromancer."
"Whatever were you doing there?" asked Thorin with a shudder, and all the dwarves shivered.
"Never you mind. I was finding things out, as usual; and a nasty dangerous business it was. Even I, Gandalf, only just escaped. I tried to save your father, but it was too late. He was witless and wandering, and had forgotten almost everything except the map and the key." "We have long ago paid the goblins of Moria," said Thorin; "we must give a thought to the Necromancer." "Don't be absurd! He is an enemy quite beyond the powers of all the dwarves put together, if they could all be collected again from the four corners of the world. The one thing your father wished was for his son to read the map and use the key. The dragon and the Mountain are more than big enough tasks for you!"
"Hear, hear!" said Bilbo, and accidentally said it aloud, "Hear what?" they all said turning suddenly towards him, and he was so flustered that he answered "Hear what I have got to say!" "What's that?" they asked.
"Well, I should say that you ought to go East and have a look round. After all there is the Side-door, and dragons must sleep sometimes, I suppose. If you sit on the doorstep long enough, I daresay you will think of something. And well, don't you know, I think we have talked long enough for one night, if you see what I mean. What about bed, and an early start, and all that? I will give you a good breakfast before you go."
"Before we go, I suppose you mean," said Thorin. "Aren't you the burglar? And isn't sitting on the door-step your job, not to speak of getting inside the door? But I agree about bed and breakfast. I like eggs with my ham, when starting on a journey: fried not poached, and mind you don't break 'em."
After all the others had ordered their breakfasts without so much as a please (which annoyed Bilbo very much), they all got up. The hobbit had to find room for them all, and filled all his spare-rooms and made beds on chairs and sofas, before he got them all stowed and went to his own little bed very tired and not altogether happy. One thing he did make his mind up about was not to bother to get up very early and cook everybody else's wretched breakfast. The Tookishness was wearing off, and he was not now quite so sure that he was going on any journey in the morning. As he lay in bed he could hear Thorin still humming to himself in the best bedroom next to him:
Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To find our long-forgotten gold.
Bilbo went to sleep with that in his ears, and it gave him very uncomfortable dreams. It was long after the break of day, when he woke up.
“除此之外，”甘道夫继续说道：”我也忘了提到，这张地图还附有一把钥匙，一把很小却有趣的钥匙。就在这里！”他递给索林一支有著长柄和许多特殊浮雕的银色钥匙，”好好保管！”
“我一定会的，”索林说，边用一条精细的练子将钥匙挂起来，收到外套内，”这个新消息让我们的赢面大为增加，到目前为止，我们还不太确定该怎么做。我们想过先往东走，尽可能小心地来到长湖边。在那之后就会麻烦多了──”
“如果我对往东的路够了解，中间我们会花掉很长的一段时间，”甘道夫打岔道。
“我们可以从那边沿著疾奔河往上走，”索林自顾自地说：”这样就可以来到河谷镇的废墟，也就是原先在山脉阴影下的旧城镇遗迹。不过，我们都不想要从正门进去。河流从正门流出，在山脉的南边悬崖落下，除非恶龙改变了习惯，否则它通常都会从那边出入。”
“这样可不好，”巫师说：”除非我们有个天下无敌的战士，甚至是个英雄才行。我试著找过这些家伙，但远方的战士们都忙著彼此征战，而这附近的英雄更少，根本就找不到。这一带的刀剑都已经钝了，斧头都是用来砍树的，盾牌也成了摇篮或是盖饭用的东西，恶龙也远在天边（因此成了传说），所以我才会想要找飞贼──特别是当我想到这个密门之后……为了这样，我才找到这位雀屏中选的飞贼比尔博·巴金斯先生。我们继续讨论下去吧，看看能够拟定出什么计画。”
“好的，”索林说：”或许这位专业飞贼可以给我们一些建议，”他假意客气地转向比尔博。
“首先，我得要对状况多些了解，”他的内心觉得有些疑惑和动摇，但图克家的血统决定继续坚持下去：”我是说那些黄金和恶龙，还有，怎么到那边去？这些东西又是谁的？等等等等。”
“天哪！”索林说：”难道你没看到这张地图吗？你也没听见我们的歌曲吗？我们刚刚已经讨论了快一个多小时了？”
“随便啦，我希望你们能够解释得清楚一点，”他耐心地换上办正事的态度说（通常是保留给那些想要向他借钱的人），尽全力试著露出镇定、专业和冷静的态度，想要符合甘道夫对他的溢美之词。”我想要知道风险、额外成本、需要时间、报酬等等的说明。”他的意思其实是：”我有什么好处？可以活著回来吗？”
“好吧，”索林说：”很久以前，在我祖父索尔那一代，我们的家族从北方被赶了出来，带著他们所有的财富和工具来到地图上的这座山脉。这是我的一位先祖长寿索恩所发现的，他们在里面建设了许多的隧道和工作区域，以及巨大的厅堂，而且，我相信他们也在其中找到了许多的黄金和大量的珠宝。反正，他们就变得十分的出名和富有，我的祖父再度成了山下国王，附近居住在南方的人类都非常尊敬他。那些人类四处搬迁繁衍，最后住到山脉旁边的谷地中，他们在那边兴建了一座被称为河谷镇的快乐小镇。国王们曾经聘请我们的铁匠，即使是手脚最笨拙的也会获得丰厚的奖赏，父亲们会哀求我们收留他们的儿子做为学徒，也会给我们相当多的学费；因此，我们在食物方面根本不愁匮乏，不需要自己动手来耕作。总之，那是我们的好日子，即使最贫穷的同胞也都有闲钱可以花费和借给别人，有时间可以制作美丽的东西，更别提那些棒极了的魔法玩具，近年来则几乎已经绝迹了……因此，我祖父的宫殿装满了盔甲和珠宝、雕刻和艺术品，河谷镇的玩具市场成了大陆北方的一大奇观。”
“很不幸的，这却也吸引来了恶龙。相信你也知道，恶龙会从精灵、人类和矮人手中抢夺黄金和珠宝；只要还活著，它们就会死命地看守著这些财宝（除非它们被杀，否则它们几乎永远不会死），根本连一毛都舍不得花。它们甚至无法分辨艺术品的好坏，只能够大略知道市值多少，更别提它们连自己松动的鳞甲都不会修理了。这些日子，大陆北方有许多的恶龙，由于矮人大多被杀或是往南逃，该处的黄金藏量可能大幅减少，恶龙四处烧杀掳掠也让状况变得越来越糟糕。这其中有一只特别贪婪、强壮和邪恶的大虫，叫作史矛革。有一天，它从天上往南飞去，我们所听到的第一件事情，就是北方好像来了个龙卷风，山上的松树在强风中纷纷发出哀嚎声。有些矮人正巧在外面（幸运的是，我也正好是其中一名。当年我很爱冒险，经常到处乱跑，却凑巧也救了我一命）。好吧，从很远的地方，我们就看到恶龙跳上山头，开始吐出火焰；然后它冲下斜坡，森林就全部陷入火海中。那个时候，河谷镇所有警钟全都响了起来，战士们纷纷准备迎战，矮人们冲出大门，但恶龙就在门口等著他们，一个矮人也没有逃过。河流化成蒸气，谷地被笼罩在浓雾中，恶龙趁机直扑而下，杀死了大多数的战士。这是个悲惨的故事，近年来越来越多……唉，然后它飞了回去，从前门钻进山内，清除了所有隧道、巷弄、地窖、厅堂和走廊中的敌人；之后，里面连一个活的矮人也不剩，它将所有的财富据为己有。以恶龙的行事风格来说，它多半把这些宝藏收成一堆，藏在洞穴深处，当作它的床铺。之后，它会趁著黑夜冲进谷地，劫走人类，特别是处女来当作食物；直到河谷镇化为废墟，居民逃的逃、死的死。在那之后又发生了什么事情就不清楚了，但我想山脉那一带应该都没有活人居住，最靠近的应该是长湖边缘的居民。”
“当时正巧身在洞外的我们哭泣著躲了起来，诅咒著史矛革；出乎意料的，我的父亲和祖父须发焦黑的加入了我们。他们看起来脸色非常沈重，不太愿意说话。当我问他们如何逃离的时候，他们告诉我不要多话，时机到了自然会让我知道。在那之后，我们就离开了那里，在大陆四处游历，赚取勉强餬口的微薄金钱，甚至有时必须去做打铁或是挖煤矿的工作，但是，我们从未有一天忘记那被强夺走的宝藏，即使是现在，在我们已经勉强脱离了穷困处境时，”说到这里，索林下意识地摸著脖子上的金练子：”我们无时无刻想夺回属于我们的东西，让诅咒降临在史矛革身上。”
“我经常会思索著父亲和祖父是如何逃离该处的，现在，我才明白他们一定有个皇家专用的密道，只有他们才知道。不过，很明显的，他们也做了张地图，我很想要知道甘道夫是怎么弄到手的，为什么不是由我来继承这属于我的东西。”
“我可不是『弄到』的，这是别人给我的，”巫师说：”你还记得你的祖父索尔，是在摩瑞亚矿坑中被半兽人阿索格所杀──”
“诅咒那个名字！是的，我记得很清楚，”索林说。
“你的父亲索恩则是在一百年前的上周三，也就是四月二十一号离开了你，之后你就不曾再──”
“是的，是的，”索林说。
“因此，你的父亲把这东西交给我，请我转交给你。如果我挑选的时机和地点不合你的意，你也不能怪我，你大概很难想像我花了多少功夫才找到你。当你父亲给我这张纸的时候，他连自己的名字都不太记得了，当然更没告诉我你的名字。我觉得，我能够找到你实在是个奇迹，应该受到赞美和感谢才对。收下吧！”他把地图交给索林。
“我还是不明白，”索林说，比尔博也想要说同样的话；甘道夫的解释并不够清楚。
“你的祖父，”巫师慢慢地，神情凝重地说：”在他前往摩瑞亚矿坑之前，将这张地图交给儿子保管。在你的祖父被杀之后，你父亲准备用这张地图来试试他的手气，他经历了各式各样恐怖的冒险，但是根本来不及靠近这座山。虽然我不知道他是怎么沦落到该处的，但他被我发现的时候，是身陷死灵法师的地牢中。”
“你又在那边干什么？”索林打了个寒颤道，所有的矮人也都觉得背脊一阵寒意。
“你就别管了。像平常一样，我是去那边追求真相的，那次真是千钧一发，即使是我甘道夫，也只能勉强保住性命。我试著要救出你父亲，但已经太迟了，他变得痴呆，只知道漫无目的地奔跑，除了这张地图和钥匙之外，几乎失去了所有的记忆。”
“很久以前，我们已经报复了摩瑞亚的半兽人，”索林说：”或许我们该仔细想想，有关这个死灵法师的事情了。”
“不要太自大了！他是个力量超越所有矮人的恐怖敌人，就算你能够从世界的四个角落再度召集所有的矮人也打不过他。你父亲死前的遗志，是希望他的独子能够收下这张地图，好好利用这钥匙。对付恶龙和到达地图上的山脉，就已经够危险了！”
“听著，听著！”比尔博说，一不小心，他说得太大声了。
“听什么？”突然间所有人都转向他，而他一个不留神，竟然回答：”听我说！”
“你要说什么？”他们问。
“好吧，我认为你们应该往东走，去好好看看。毕竟我们已经知道有个密道，而就算是恶龙偶尔也会睡觉的。如果你们在门口坐得够久，一定可以想到什么解决之道。而且，不知道你们觉得怎样，我认为今晚已经说得够多了。睡个觉，明天早上一早赶路怎么样？在你们出门之前，我会让你们饱餐一顿的。”
“我想你指的应该是『我们』出门之前吧，”索林说：”飞贼是你耶！坐在门口想办法，甚至混进去都是你的工作吧！不过，我也同意该先睡觉，明天早上好好吃一顿。在远行之前，我喜欢鸡蛋配火腿，请用煎的，不要用烤的，也别把蛋黄戳破。”
在所有人连声”请”也不说的点完早餐之后（这让比尔博觉得相当不爽），一行人就开始准备就寝。霍比特人得要替所有的人找到睡觉的地方，他用沙发和桌椅在各个空房中排出床来，并且还得要把床铺好。最后，精疲力竭的小霍比特人才全身酸痛地躺回床上，心情还是不好，他暗自作出决定，明天早上绝对不要起个大早做别人的早餐。图克家贲张的热血已经渐渐冷却了，他实在不确定明早是否会和大家一起去冒险。
当他躺在床上时，依旧可以听见索林在隔壁最好的客房中哼著：
越过冰冷山脉和雾气，
到达低深地窖古洞里，
我们需在天亮前出发，
寻找美丽黄金所在地。
比尔博就在这歌声中沈沈睡去，这让他作了几个奇怪的噩梦。在天亮之后许久，他才醒了过来。
