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Chapter 5
Riddles in the Dark
When Bilbo opened his eyes, he wondered if he had; for it was just as dark as with them shut. No one was anywhere near him. Just imagine his fright! He could hear nothing, see nothing, and he could feel nothing except the stone of the floor.
Very slowly he got up and groped about on all fours, till he touched the wall of the tunnel; but neither up nor down it could he find anything: nothing at all, no sign of goblins, no sign of dwarves. His head was swimming, and he was far from certain even of the direction they had been going in when he had his fall. He guessed as well as he could, and crawled along for a good way, till suddenly his hand met what felt like a tiny ring of cold metal lying on the floor of the tunnel. It was a turning point in his career, but he did not know it. He put the ring in his pocket almost without thinking; certainly it did not seem of any particular use at the moment. He did not go much further, but sat down on the cold floor and gave himself up to complete miserableness, for a long while. He thought of himself frying bacon and eggs in his own kitchen at home - for he could feel inside that it was high time for some meal or other; but that only made him miserabler.
He could not think what to do; nor could he think what had happened; or why he had been left behind; or why, if he had been left behind, the goblins had not caught him; or even why his head was so sore. The truth was he had been lying quiet, out of sight and out of mind, in a very dark corner for a long while.
After some time he felt for his pipe. It was not broken, and that was something. Then he felt for his pouch, and there was some tobacco in it, and that was something more. Then he felt for matches and he could not find any at all, and that shattered his hopes completely. Just as well for him, as he agreed when he came to his senses. Goodness knows what the striking of matches and the smell of tobacco would have brought on him out of dark holes in that horrible place. Still at the moment he felt very crushed. But in slapping all his pockets and feeling all round himself for matches his hand came on the hilt of his little sword - the little dagger that he got from the trolls, and that he had quite forgotten; nor do the goblins seem to have noticed it, as he wore it inside his breeches.
Now he drew it out. It shone pale and dim before his eyes. "So it is an elvish blade, too," he thought; "and goblins are not very near, and yet not far enough."
But somehow he was comforted. It was rather splendid to be wearing a blade made in Gondolin for the goblin-wars of which so many songs had sung; and also he had noticed that such weapons made a great impression on goblins that came upon them suddenly.
"Go back?" he thought. "No good at all! Go sideways? Impossible! Go forward? Only thing to do! On we go!" So up he got, and trotted along with his little sword held in front of him and one hand feeling the wall, and his heart all of a patter and a pitter.
Now certainly Bilbo was in what is called a tight place. But you must remember it was not quite so tight for him as it would have been for me or for you. Hobbits are not quite like ordinary people; and after all if their holes are nice cheery places and properly aired, quite different from the tunnels of the goblins, still they are more used to tunnelling than we are, and they do not easily lose their sense of direction underground-not when their heads have recovered from being bumped. Also they can move very quietly, and hide easily, and recover wonderfully from falls and bruises, and they have a fund of wisdom and wise sayings that men have mostly never heard or have forgotten long ago.
I should not have liked to have been in Mr. Baggins' place, all the same. The tunnel seemed to have no end. All he knew was that it was still going down pretty steadily and keeping in the same direction in spite of a twist and a turn or two. There were passages leading off to the side every now and then, as he knew by the glimmer of his sword, or could feel with his hand on the wall. Of these he took no notice, except to hurry past for fear of goblins or half-imagined dark things coming out of them. On and on he went, and down and down; and still he heard no sound of anything except the occasional whirr of a bat by his ears, which startled him at first, till it became too frequent to bother about. I do not know how long he kept on like this, hating to go on, not daring to stop, on, on, until he was tireder than tired. It seemed like all the way to tomorrow and over it to the days beyond.
Suddenly without any warning he trotted splash into water! Ugh! it was icy cold. That pulled him up sharp and short. He did not know whether it was just a pool in the path, or the edge of an underground stream that crossed the passage, or the brink of a deep dark subterranean lake. The sword was hardly shining at all. He stopped, and he could hear, when he listened hard, drops drip-drip-dripping from an unseen roof into the water below; but there seemed no other sort of sound.
"So it is a pool or a lake, and not an underground river," he thought. Still he did not dare to wade out into the darkness. He could not swim; and he thought, too, of nasty slimy things, with big bulging blind eyes, wriggling in the water. There are strange things living in the pools and lakes in the hearts of mountains: fish whose fathers swam in, goodness only knows how many years ago, and never swam out again, while their eyes grew bigger and bigger and bigger from trying to see in the blackness; also there are other things more slimy than fish. Even in the tunnels and caves the goblins have made for themselves there are other things living unbeknown to them that have sneaked in from outside to lie up in the dark. Some of these caves, too, go back in their beginnings to ages before the goblins, who only widened them and joined them up with passages, and the original owners are still there in odd comers, slinking and nosing about.
Deep down here by the dark water lived old Gollum, a small slimy creature. I don't know where he came from, nor who or what he was. He was Gollum — as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes in his thin face. He had a little boat, and he rowed about quite quietly on the lake; for lake it was, wide and deep and deadly cold. He paddled it with large feet dangling over the side, but never a ripple did he make. Not he. He was looking out of his pale lamp-like eyes for blind fish, which he grabbed with his long fingers as quick as thinking. He liked meat too. Goblin he thought good, when he could get it; but he took care they never found him out. He just throttled them from behind, if they ever came down alone anywhere near the edge of the water, while he was prowling about. They very seldom did, for they had a feeling that something unpleasant was lurking down there, down at the very roots of the mountain. They had come on the lake, when they were tunnelling down long ago, and they found they could go no further; so there their road ended in that direction, and there was no reason to go that way-unless the Great Goblin sent them. Sometimes he took a fancy for fish from the lake, and sometimes neither goblin nor fish came back.
Actually Gollum lived on a slimy island of rock in the middle of the lake. He was watching Bilbo now from the distance with his pale eyes like telescopes. Bilbo could not see him, but he was wondering a lot about Bilbo, for he could see that he was no goblin at all.
Gollum got into his boat and shot off from the island, while Bilbo was sitting on the brink altogether flummoxed and at the end of his way and his wits. Suddenly up came Gollum and whispered and hissed:
"Bless us and splash us, my precioussss! I guess it's a choice feast; at least a tasty morsel it'd make us, gollum!" And when he said gollum he made a horrible swallowing noise in his throat. That is how he got his name, though he always called himself 'my precious.'
第五章
黑暗中的猜谜
当比尔博睁开眼睛的时候，他还怀疑自己是否真的已经睁开了眼睛，因为眼前依旧漆黑，没有任何的改变，他附近没有任何人。大家可以想像一下他有多害怕！他什么也听不见、看不见，除了脚下的地板之外，他什么也感觉不到。
他非常非常慢地爬起来，四肢并用地摸索著，最后，他好不容易才摸到隧道的墙壁；但是，上上下下他都感觉不到任何东西：什么也没有！没有半兽人的迹象、没有矮人的迹象，他觉得天旋地转，连摔倒之前的方向都已经无法确定。他只能勉强猜测一个可能的方向，然后再朝著那个方向爬了很长的一段距离，直到他的手突然在地上摸到像是冰冷戒指的金属物体为止。这是他生涯上的转捩点，但他现在其实还不知道，他连想也不想就把戒指放进口袋中，因为当时这戒指看来没办法派上什么用场。接下来，他有很长的一段时间根本不想动弹，只是自暴自弃地靠著墙壁。他又想起了在家里的厨房煎培根和炒蛋的幸福时光，因为他体内的生理时钟，可以精确地告诉他已经到用餐时间了，可是，这念头只能让他觉得自己更可怜而已。
他想不出来该怎么办，也不明白到底发生了什么事情，或是自己为什么被众人抛下，如果真的被抛弃，半兽人又为什么没有抓他？为什么他的脑袋觉得这么痛？事实的真相是：他刚好一声不出地躺在其他人难以发现的死角，躺了很长的一段时间。
经过很久的自怨自艾之后，他开始摸索著自己的烟斗，它没有折断，这可真是让人惊讶；然后他又摸索著包包，因为里面还有一些烟草；最后，他开始在身上找起了火柴──不过，毕竟这太过奢求了些。他根本找不到任何的火柴，美梦也因此破碎了。当他终于恢复理智之后，也很庆幸自己无法找到火柴，因为，他实在没办法想像火柴的亮光和烟草的气味，在这个伸手不见五指的地方会吸引来什么怪物。即使如此，当时他还是觉得十分丧气。他在经过全身摸索的努力之后，却也正好摸到了身上短剑的剑柄，这柄匕首就是之前他从食人妖洞穴找来的武器，由于一直派不上用场，他到现在才想起来。而且，由于他一直把这柄武器藏在衬衫内，连半兽人都没有发现。
此时，他将匕首抽了出来，它在黑暗中闪著苍白微弱的光芒。”原来这也是精灵打造的武器，”他想著：”半兽人的距离不会太近，却也不太远。”
至少他有了某种安全感。能够配戴来自贡多林的武器，让自己感觉到身在歌谣中的半兽人战争中，是个地位重要的人。除此之外，他也注意到当半兽人突然遭遇到这类的武器时，会相当惊慌失措。
“回去吗？”他想：”最好不要！往旁边走？不可能！往前走？这是唯一的希望！出发吧！”因此，他站了起来，藉著宝剑的照明，一只手扶著墙壁往前走，一颗心则是噗通噗通地跳个不停。
现在，对于比尔博来说，这情况的确是身陷绝境。不过，大家也都应该知道，霍比特人们面对这情况并不会像你我一样的绝望。霍比特人和我们这些普通人不同，虽然他们居住的洞穴通风良好、装潢可爱，但至少他们还是比我们适应这些地底的隧道，也更能够保持在地下的方向感。（当然，在他们被撞肿的脑袋恢复正常之后，就更不会搞错方向了）此外，他们也能够悄无声息地移动、轻易隐藏行踪，而受伤之后复原的速度更是惊人；他们还拥有一箩筐的古老谚语，人类不是从未听过，就是早已忘怀。
即使如此，我还是不愿意身处和巴金斯先生一样的处境中。隧道似乎永远走不到尽头，他只能够确定这条隧道依旧一直往前稳定地延伸，中间偶尔会有一两次的转弯或是曲折。有些时候，透过他手中宝剑的光芒，或是触摸洞壁的结果，可以确定旁边有通往其他方向的岔路。他不太注意这些岔路，每次遇到的时候都快速走过，希望能够避开半兽人或是他想像出来的恐怖生物。他走呀走呀，一直不停地往下走，除了有时会出现蝙蝠从耳边飞过的啪哒声之外，他什么也听不见。一开始他还会因为这些恼人的翅膀声而大吃一惊，不过，等到次数一多，他也就见怪不怪了。我不知道他这样坚持了多久，他不想继续往前，却也不敢停下来，就这样一直不停地往前走，到最后他已经疲倦得无法形容，他似乎已经马不停蹄的走了好几天。
突然间，他毫无预警的踏入了水中！哇！这水冰寒澈骨，让他猛然之间精神一振。他不知道这究竟是道路上的一池积水，还是切过隧道的地底河流，或是某个地下湖泊的边缘。到了这里，宝剑几乎不再发出任何的光芒。他停下脚步，集中注意力的时候，可以听见从洞顶落到水中的水滴滴落声，除此之外似乎就没有任何声音了。
“看来，这应该是个池子或是湖泊。”他想。但他还是不敢贸然冲入黑暗中。他不会游泳，而且，在他脑中还开始浮现水中的那些黏滑生物，以及它们突出的盲眼在水中探索著的景象。的确，在山脉底下的池水或是湖泊中有著奇怪的生物：那是历经无数年代演化的怪异鱼类，它们的祖先不慎游进这条死路，就再也无法离开。而它们的眼睛则因应在微光中视物的需要，演化得越来越大。除此之外，这里还有很多比这种地底鱼还要黏滑、恶心的生物。即使是在半兽人们开凿的洞穴中，也有不为他们所知的生物悄悄溜进来居住。有些洞穴是在半兽人迁进来之前就已存在，他们不过将它扩大利用，彼此开通而已。在这些洞穴中，原先的主人依旧悄无声息地在角落潜行，伺机猎捕毫不提防的猎物。在这一池黑水的旁边居住著咕鲁，他是个矮小、黏滑的生物。我不知道他来自何方，也不知道他究竟是谁，或是什么生物。他就是咕鲁，和黑暗一样难以捉摸，瘦削的脸上拥有一双大而苍白的圆眼。他拥有一艘小船，让他可以在湖上寂静无声地划行；这池水的确是座湖，又广、又深，冰寒澈骨。他将有蹼的大脚伸出船舷外拍水前进，连一个水泡都不会冒出来，这就是他无声无息的行事风格。他一向用他那双像油灯一样的苍白大眼搜寻湖中的盲鱼，再用迅捷如闪电的细长手指将它们抓起来。他也喜欢吃肉，只要他能吃到半兽人，他就会把握机会好好享受，但他行事小心，不想让半兽人们发现他的存在。只要有半兽人在他于湖边梭寻时走到水边，他就会从身后勒住倒楣的猎物。不过，半兽人也觉得在这地底深处的幽黑湖水中，似乎隐伏著邪恶的力量，因此，他们并不常出现在这个地方。许久以前，当他们挖掘隧道的时候，曾经来到这个湖边，当时他们发现通道无法继续下去，所以，这条路就此中断。在平常时候，半兽人根本没有理由来此，除非大王派他们前来。有些时候，大王会突然想要吃湖中的鱼，而在不少次的经验中，鱼和使者都就此消失不见。
事实上，咕鲁就居住在湖中的一块潮湿岩石上。他现在正从远方，用像是望远镜一般的大眼观察著比尔博。比尔博看不见他，但他可以清楚地看见对方，而且心中感到十分的好奇，因为，他可以清楚地分辨出来，眼前的生物不是半兽人。
当比尔博绝望、不知所措地在岸边摸索著的时候，咕鲁跳进船中，用大脚将自己连人带船推离岸边。咕鲁就这么无声无息地接近，开始低语著：
“我的宝贝，祝福我们，真是好运！我想这是顿大餐，至少可以当作美味的点心给我们吃，咕鲁！”当他说咕鲁的时候，他会从喉咙中发出一种恐怖的吞咽之声。这也是他获得这个名号的原因，不过，他总是称呼自己”我的宝贝”。
The hobbit jumped nearly out of his skin when the hiss came in his ears, and he suddenly saw the pale eyes sticking out at him.
"Who are you?" he said, thrusting his dagger in front of him.
"What iss he, my preciouss?" whispered Gollum (who always spoke to himself through never having anyone else to speak to). This is what he had come to find out, for he was not really very hungry at the moment, only curious; otherwise he would have grabbed first and whispered afterwards.
"I am Mr. Bilbo Baggins. I have lost the dwarves and I have lost the wizard, and I don't know where I am; and "I don't want to know, if only I can get away."
"What's he got in his handses?" said Gollum, looking at the sword, which he did not quite like.
"A sword, a blade which came out of Gondolin!"
"Sssss," said Gollum, and became quite polite. "Praps ye sits here and chats with it a bitsy, my preciousss. It like riddles, praps it does, does it?" He was anxious to appear friendly, at any rate for the moment, and until he found out more about the sword and the hobbit, whether he was quite alone really, whether he was good to eat, and whether Gollum was really hungry. Riddles were all he could think of. Asking them, and sometimes guessing them, had been the only game he had ever played with other funny creatures sitting in their holes in the long, long ago, before he lost all his friends and was driven away, alone, and crept down, down, into the dark under the mountains.
"Very well," said Bilbo, who was anxious to agree, until he found out more about the creature, whether he was quite alone, whether he was fierce or hungry, and whether he was a friend of the goblins.
"You ask first," he said, because he had not had time to think of a riddle.
So Gollum hissed:
What has roots as nobody sees,
Is taller than trees,
Up, up it goes,
And yet never grows?
"Easy!" said Bilbo. "Mountain, I suppose."
"Does it guess easy? It must have a competition with us, my preciouss! If precious asks, and it doesn't answer, we eats it, my preciousss. If it asks us, and we doesn't answer, then we does what it wants, eh? We shows it the way out, yes!"
"All right!" said Bilbo, not daring to disagree, and nearly bursting his brain to think of riddles that could save him from being eaten.
Thirty white horses on a red hill,
First they champ,
Then they stamp,
Then they stand still.
That was all he could think of to ask-the idea of eating was rather on his mind. It was rather an old one, too, and Gollum knew the answer as well as you do.
"Chestnuts, chestnuts," he hissed. "Teeth! teeth! my preciousss; but we has only six!" Then he asked his second:
Voiceless it cries,
Wingless flutters,
Toothless bites,
Mouthless mutters.
"Half a moment!" cried Bilbo, who was still thinking uncomfortably about eating. Fortunately he had once heard something rather like this before, and getting his wits back he thought of the answer. "Wind, wind of course," he said, and he was so pleased that he made up one on the spot. "This'll puzzle the nasty little underground creature," he thought:
An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face.
"That eye is like to this eye"
Said the first eye,
"But in low place,
Not in high place."
"Ss, ss, ss," said Gollum. He had been underground a long long time, and was forgetting this sort of thing. But just as Bilbo was beginning to hope that the wretch would not be able to answer, Gollum brought up memories of ages and ages and ages before, when he lived with his grandmother in a hole in a bank by a river, "Sss, sss, my preciouss," he said. "Sun on the daisies it means, it does."
But these ordinary aboveground everyday sort of riddles were tiring for him. Also they reminded him of days when he had been less lonely and sneaky and nasty, and that put him out of temper. What is more they made him hungry; so this time he tried something a bit more difficult and more unpleasant:
It cannot be seen, cannot be felt,
Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt.
It lies behind stars and under hills,
And empty holes it fills.
It comes first and follows after,
Ends life, kills laughter.
Unfortunately for Gollum Bilbo had heard that sort of thing before; and the answer was all round him anyway. "Dark!" he said without even scratching his head or putting on his thinking cap.
A box without hinges, key, or lid,
Yet golden treasure inside is hid,
he asked to gain time, until he could think of a really hard one. This he thought a dreadfully easy chestnut, though he had not asked it in the usual words. But it proved a nasty poser for Gollum. He hissed to himself, and still he did not answer; he whispered and spluttered.
After some while Bilbo became impatient. "Well, what is it?" he said. "The answer's not a kettle boiling over, as you seem to think from the noise you are making."
"Give us a chance; let it give us a chance, my preciouss-ss-ss."
"Well," said Bilbo, after giving him a long chance, "what about your guess?"
But suddenly Gollum remembered thieving from nests long ago, and sitting under the river bank teaching his grandmother, teaching his grandmother to suck-"Eggses!" he hissed. "Eggses it is!" Then he asked:
A live without breath,
As cold as death;
Never thirsty, ever drinking,
All in mail never clinking.
He also in his turn thought this was a dreadfully easy one, because he was always thinking of the answer. But he could not remember anything better at the moment, he was so flustered by the egg-question. All the same it was a poser for poor Bilbo, who never had anything to do with the water if he could help it. I imagine you know the answer, of course, or can guess it as easy as winking, since you are sitting comfortably at home and have not the danger of being eaten to disturb your thinking. Bilbo sat and cleared his throat once or twice, but no answer came.
After a while Gollum began to hiss with pleasure to himself: "Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?" He began to peer at Bilbo out of the darkness.
"Half a moment," said the hobbit shivering. "I gave you a good long chance just now."
"It must make haste, haste!" said Gollum, beginning to climb out of his boat on to the shore to get at Bilbo. But when he put his long webby foot in the water, a fish jumped out in a fright and fell on Bilbo's toes.
"Ugh!" he said, "it is cold and clammy!"-and so he guessed. "Fish! Fish!" he cried. "It is fish!"
Gollum was dreadfully disappointed; but Bilbo asked another riddle as quick as ever be could, so that Gollum had to get back into his boat and think.
No-legs lay on one-leg, two-legs sat near on three-legs, four-legs got some.
It was not really the right time for this riddle, but Bilbo was in a hurry. Gollum might have had some trouble guessing it, if he had asked it at another time. As it was, talking of fish, "no-legs" was not so very difficult, and after that the rest was easy. "Fish on a little table, man at table sitting on a stool, the cat has the bones"-that of course is the answer, and Gollum soon gave it. Then he thought the time had come to ask something hard and horrible. This is what he said:
This thing all things devours:
Birds, beasts, trees, flowers;
Gnaws iron, bites steel;
Grinds hard stones to meal;
Slays king, ruins town,
And beats high mountain dl;
Slays king, ruins town,in the dark thinking of all the horrible names of all the giants and ogres he had ever heard told of in tales, but not one of them had done all these things. He had a feeling that the answer was quite different and that he ought to know it, but he could not think of it. He began to get frightened, and that is bad for thinking. Gollum began to get out of his boat. He flapped into the water and paddled to the bank; Bilbo could see his eyes coming towards him. His tongue seemed to stick in his mouth; he wanted to shout out: "Give me more time! Give me time!" But all that came out with a sudden squeal was:
"Time! Time!"
Bilbo was saved by pure luck. For that of course was the answer.
Gollum was disappointed once more; and now he was getting angry, and also tired of the game. It had made him very hungry indeed. This time he did not go back to the boat. He sat down in the dark by Bilbo. That made the hobbit most dreadfully uncomfortable and scattered his wits.
霍比特人听见这声音时，差点吓得灵魂出窍，那双苍白的大眼也同时浮现在他眼前。
“你是谁？”他将匕首往前平举。
“他嘶嘶谁，我的宝贝？”咕鲁低语道。（由于没有其他人可以对话，他总是喜欢自言自语）。这时，他才真正确定，其实肚子并不是很饿，只是感到很好奇；否则，照平常的惯例，他会先出手再说。
“我是比尔博·巴金斯先生，我和矮人以及巫师都走散了，我也不知道自己身在何处。只要我可以离开这里，我根本不想知道这是哪里。”
“他的手上是什么？”咕鲁看著那柄让他觉得不太舒服的短剑。
“一柄剑，是贡多林的宝剑！”
“嘶嘶，”咕鲁变得相当有礼貌：”或许你可以嘶嘶坐在这里，和他聊聊天，我的宝贝。他喜欢猜谜吧，嘶不嘶？”他急著想要表达自己的善意，换取时间来知道更多有关这霍比特人和宝剑的事情：他是不是真的只有孤身一人？吃起来好不好吃？咕鲁自己肚子究竟饿不饿等。猜谜是他当时唯一想得出来的花样，在他很久很久以前居住在自己洞穴里的时候，和其他有趣的生物猜谜，是他唯一感兴趣的娱乐；只是，后来他被人赶走，只能孤单地往下钻，往下走，一直来到山脉的最深处。
“好吧，”比尔博急著同意对方的提议，好换取时间来了解这个生物：看看他是否孤单无援、是否凶猛或饥饿，以及究竟是不是半兽人的盟友。
“你先问，”他说，因为他一时之间想不出什么谜题来。
咕鲁就嘶嘶地说了：
“什么有脚却无人知晓，
高大胜过树木，
耸立直入云霄，
却永远不会长高？”
“简单！”比尔博说。”我想是山脉。”
“它觉得这很简单？我的宝贝，它一定要和我们比一比！如果宝贝问了问题，它不知道答案，我们就吃掉它，我的宝贝！如果它问我们问题，我们答不出来，那它就可以取走任意想要的东西，好吧？我们可以带它出去，对！”
“好吧！”比尔博不敢不同意，为了不让自己被吃掉，他开始绞尽脑汁思考难倒对方的谜题。
三十匹白马站在红色山丘上，
它们先大嚼特嚼，
然后用力跺脚，
最后就伫立不摇。
这是他当时想出来的谜题，因为他脑海中还是老想著吃东西这档子事。这其实是个相当古老的谜语，咕鲁就和你一样熟知答案。
“简单，简单，”他嘶嘶地说道：”牙齿！牙齿！我的宝贝，但我们只有六颗！”然后他又问了第二个谜语：
无嘴却会哭，
无翼却会飞，
无牙却会刺，
无嗓却会呢喃。
“给我一点时间！”比尔博脑中依旧还装满了食物。很幸运的，他以前曾经听过类似的谜语，好不容易他才恢复冷静，想出答案：”是风，当然罗，这一定是风！”同时也因为自己可以即时编出第二个谜语感到自豪。”这可会让那个地底小家伙想破头！”他说：
蓝色脸上有只眼，
看见绿色脸上一只眼。
“那只眼就如同这只眼，”
第一只眼说：
“但却是在地，
而不是在天。”
“嘶嘶，嘶嘶，嘶嘶，”咕鲁说。他已在地底居住了很长很长的时间，都忘记这种事情了。不过，正当比尔博开始觉得这家伙想不出答案的时候，咕鲁却唤醒了脑中很久很久以前的记忆，当时，他还和祖母一起住在河边的地洞中，”嘶嘶，嘶嘶，我的宝贝，”他说：”这是太阳照在雏菊上的意思，是的。”
可是，这些在地面上日常生活的记忆，让他觉得很疲倦，而且，也让他想起当年他没有这么鬼祟、没有这么孤独的生活，这让他的脾气开始变坏，因此这次他想出了另一个更难、更让人不舒服的谜语：
看不见它，也摸不到它，
听不见它，也闻不到它。
它躲在星辰后，山丘下，
可以装满空洞。
它先到后来，
会结束生命，扼杀笑语。
咕鲁蛮倒楣的，因为比尔博也听过这类的谜语，对方话还没说完，他就已经知道了答案。”是黑暗！”他连头都不搔、脑袋也没怎么转，就解开了谜题。
盒子没有盖子、锁孔和绞练，
但里面却藏有金黄色的宝藏。
他问这个问题只是为了争取时间，好想出一个真正困难的谜题。他认为这问题大概连三岁的小孩都会回答，他只是修改了一下文字的描述。不过，对咕鲁来说这可是难如登天的谜题。他口中不停发出嘶嘶声，一直想不出答案，最后，他开始喃喃自语，发出噗噗的声音。
过了好一阵子，比尔博开始不耐烦了：”好啦，答案究竟是什么？从你所发出的声音看来，我得告诉你，答案并不是煮沸的锅子。”
“给我们一个机会、给我们一个机会，我的宝贝，嘶嘶──嘶嘶。”
“可以了吧，”比尔博在给了他很长的一个机会之后说：”你猜不猜得出来啊？”
咕鲁这时脑中突然灵机一动，记起了很久以前他从鸟巢里面偷东西的样子，他坐在河边，教祖母如何吸──”是蛋！”他嘶嘶地说：”是蛋！”然后他出了一道谜：
活著却不呼吸，
冰冷带著死气；
永远不渴，永不喝水；
披著鳞甲，却不用背。
对他来说，他也觉得这个谜题简单到不能再简单；因为平常他满脑子都是这个东西，连吃饭也是一样。只不过，他这时因为被蛋的谜题打乱了阵脚，因此完全想不到任何其他更好的挑战。但是，对于旱鸭子比尔博来说，这个问题却是让他措手不及的难题。我猜你应该知道答案，至少也可以在一眨眼的过程中猜出来；这是当然罗，因为你这个时候正舒舒服服坐在家里，又不需要担心猜错就被吃掉。比尔博坐直身子，咳了几声，还是想不出答案。
过了一会儿之后，咕鲁开始高兴地发出嘶嘶的声响。”它好吃吗，我的宝贝？是否肥美多汁？还是皮脆心软？”他开始在黑暗中打量著比尔博。
“半分钟，”霍比特人打了个寒颤说：”之前我可给了你很长的一个机会啊。”
“动作快，动作快！”咕鲁开始爬出小船，准备扑向大餐。可惜，正当他把有蹼的脚放进水中时，一条鱼受惊跳了出来，落在比尔博的脚趾上。
“恶！”他说：”这好冰好湿啊！”这让他随即脱口而出：”鱼！鱼！”他大喊著：”是鱼！”
咕鲁非常失望，但比尔博不给他任何喘息的机会，立刻丢出下一个谜题，好让咕鲁爬回船上好好想一想。
没腿的放在一条腿上，两条腿的坐在三条腿上，四条腿的也分到一点。
这实在不是问这个问题的好时机，但比尔博别无选择。如果他选择在别的时候问这个问题，咕鲁可能一时之间会猜不出来。不过，由于他们才刚说过鱼，因此”没腿的”就不是很难猜了，只要一确定这部分之后，其他就简单了。”鱼放在茶几上，人坐在几边的凳子上，猫儿在啃鱼骨头，”当然，这就是答案，咕鲁也很快地猜了出来。然后，他觉得该是来点恐怖、困难谜题的时候了。于是他说：
它会吞食一切，
虫鱼鸟兽花草树木，
咬破生铁，蚀穿金钢；
将岩石化成飞灰，
杀死国王，屠灭城镇，
沧海化桑田，高山成平原。
可怜的比尔博坐在黑暗中，思索著他所听过的故事中所有巨人和食人魔的名字，但这些家伙不管再怎么恐怖，都没有这种通天的本事。他有种预感，答案一定和他想的不太一样，但他就是想不出来。他开始紧张害怕，这对于冷静思考更是一点帮助也没有。咕鲁又准备爬出船，走到他身边，他跳进水里，啪哒啪哒地走到岸边。比尔博可以看见他那双眼睛一直朝这边靠近。比尔博的舌头似乎黏在嘴里了，他想要开口大喊：”再给我一点时间，再给我一点时间！”不过，他笨拙的舌头却只能发出：
“时间！时间！”这纯粹是比尔博的好狗运，因为，这刚好就是答案。
咕鲁又再度失望了，现在，他的脾气开始变坏，也厌倦了这个游戏。猜谜的过程反倒让他肚子饿了起来。这次，他可没有走回船上，而是在比尔博的身边坐下来。这让霍比特人害怕得不得了，脑袋差点变成酱糊从耳朵流出来。
"It's got to ask uss a quesstion, my preciouss, yes, yess, yesss. Jusst one more quesstion to guess, yes, yess," said Gollum.
But Bilbo simply could not think of any question with that nasty wet cold thing sitting next to him, and pawing and poking him. He scratched himself, he pinched himself; still he could not think of anything.
"Ask us! ask us!" said Gollum.
Bilbo pinched himself and slapped himself; he gripped on his little sword; he even felt in his pocket with his other hand. There he found the ring he had picked up in the passage and forgotten about.
"What have I got in my pocket?" he said aloud. He was talking to himself, but Gollum thought it was a riddle, and he was frightfully upset.
"Not fair! not fair!" he hissed. "It isn't fair, my precious, is it, to ask us what it's got in its nassty little pocketses?"
Bilbo seeing what had happened and having nothing better to ask stuck to his question. "What have I got in my pocket?" he said louder.
"S-s-s-s-s," hissed Gollum. "It must give us three guesseses, my preciouss, three guesseses."
"Very well! Guess away!" said Bilbo.
"Handses!" said Gollum.
"Wrong," said Bilbo, who had luckily just taken his hand
out again. "Guess again!"
"S-s-s-s-s," said Gollum more upset than ever. He thought of all the things he kept in his own pockets: fishbones, goblins' teeth, wet shells, a bit of bat-wing, a sharp stone to sharpen his fangs on, and other nasty things. He tried to think what other people kept in their pockets.
"Knife!" he said at last.
"Wrong!" said Bilbo, who had lost his some time ago. "Last guess!"
Now Gollum was in a much worse state than when Bilbo had asked him the egg-question. He hissed and spluttered and rocked himself backwards and forwards, and slapped his feet on the floor, and wriggled and squirmed; but still he did not dare to waste his last guess.
"Come on!" said Bilbo. "I am waiting!" He tried to sound bold and cheerful, but he did not feel at all sure how the game was going to end, whether Gollum guessed right or not.
"Time's up!" he said.
"String, or nothing!" shrieked Gollum, which was not quite fair-working in two guesses at once.
"Both wrong," cried Bilbo very much relieved; and he jumped at once to his feet, put his back to the nearest wall, and held out his little sword. He knew, of course, that the riddle-game was sacred and of immense antiquity, and even wicked creatures were afraid to cheat when they played at it. But he felt he could not trust this slimy thing to keep any promise at a pinch. Any excuse would do for him to slide out of it. And after all that last question had not been a genuine riddle according to the ancient laws.
But at any rate Gollum did not at once attack him. He could see the sword in Bilbo's hand. He sat still, shivering and whispering. At last Bilbo could wait no longer.
"Well?" he said. "What about your promise? I want to go. You must show me the way."
"Did we say so, precious? Show the nassty little Baggins the way out, yes, yes. But what has it got in its pocketses, eh? Not string, precious, but not nothing. Oh no! gollum!"
"Never you mind," said Bilbo. "A promise is a promise."
"Cross it is, impatient, precious," hissed Gollum. "But it must wait, yes it must. We can't go up the tunnels so hasty. We must go and get some things first, yes, things to help us."
"Well, hurry up!" said Bilbo, relieved to think of Gollum going away. He thought he was just making an excuse and did not mean to come back. What was Gollum talking about? What useful thing could he keep out on the dark lake? But he was wrong. Gollum did mean to come back. He was angry now and hungry. And he was a miserable wicked creature, and already he had a plan.
Not far away was his island, of which Bilbo knew nothing, and there in his hiding-place he kept a few wretched oddments, and one very beautiful thing, very beautiful, very wonderful. He had a ring, a golden ring, a precious ring.
"My birthday-present!" he whispered to himself, as he had often done in the endless dark days. "That's what we wants now, yes; we wants it!"
He wanted it because it was a ring of power, and if you slipped that ring on your finger, you were invisible; only in the full sunlight could you be seen, and then only by your shadow, and that would be shaky and faint.
"My birthday-present! It came to me on my birthday, my precious," So he had always said to himself. But who knows how Gollum came by that present, ages ago in the old days when such rings were still at large in the world? Perhaps even the Master who ruled them could not have said. Gollum used to wear it at first, till it tired him; and then he kept it in a pouch next his skin, till it galled him; and now usually he hid it in a hole in the rock on his island, and was always going back to look at it. And still sometimes he put it on, when he could not bear to be parted from it any longer, or when he was very, very, hungry, and tired of fish. Then he would creep along dark passages looking for stray goblins. He might even venture into places where the torches were lit and made his eyes blink and smart; for he would be safe. Oh yes, quite safe. No one would see him, no one would notice him, till he had his fingers on their throat. Only a few hours ago he had worn it, and caught a small goblin-imp. How it squeaked! He still had a bone or two left to gnaw, but he wanted something softer.
"Quite safe, yes," he whispered to himself. "It won't see us, will it, my precious? No. It won't see us, and its nassty little sword will be useless, yes quite."
That is what was in his wicked little mind, as he slipped suddenly from Bilbo's side, and flapped back to his boat, and went off into the dark. Bilbo thought he had heard the last of him. Still he waited a while; for he had no idea how to find his way out alone.
Suddenly he heard a screech. It sent a shiver down his back. Gollum was cursing and wailing away in the gloom, not very far off by the sound of it. He was on his island, scrabbling here and there, searching and seeking in vain.
"Where is it? Where iss it?" Bilbo heard him crying. "Losst it is, my precious, lost, lost! Curse us and crush us, my precious is lost!"
"What's the matter?" Bilbo called. "What have you lost?"
"It mustn't ask us," shrieked Gollum. "Not its business, no, gollum! It's losst, gollum, gollum, gollum."
"Well, so am I," cried Bilbo, "and I want to get unlost. And I won the game, and you promised. So come along! Come and let me out, and then go on with your looking!"
Utterly miserable as Gollum sounded, Bilbo could not find much pity in his heart, and he had a feeling that anything Gollum wanted so much could hardly be something good.
"Come along!" he shouted.
"No, not yet, precious!" Gollum answered. "We must search for it, it's lost, gollum."
"But you never guessed my last question, and you promised," said Bilbo.
"Never guessed!" said Gollum. Then suddenly out of the gloom came a sharp hiss. "What has it got in its pocketses? Tell us that. It must tell first."
As far as Bilbo knew, there was no particular reason why he should not tell. Gollum's mind had jumped to a guess quicker than his; naturally, for Gollum had brooded for ages on this one thing, and he was always afraid of its being stolen. But Bilbo was annoyed at the delay. After all, he had won the game, pretty fairly, at a horrible risk. "Answers were to be guessed not given," he said.
"But it wasn't a fair question," said Gollum. "Not a riddle, precious, no."
"Oh well, if it's a matter of ordinary questions," Bilbo replied, "then I asked one first. What have you lost? Tell me that!"
“它只能再问一个问题，我的宝贝，嘶的，嘶的，嘶嘶的。只能再猜一个问题，是的，嘶嘶的……”咕鲁说。
可是，身边坐著这样一个又冷又湿的家伙，对他又戳又摸的，比尔博实在想不出任何的问题。他抓著自己、捏著自己，还是挤不出问题来。
“问我们！问我们！”咕鲁说。
比尔博捏著自己，给了自己好几个巴掌；他抓住剑柄，甚至用另一只手伸进口袋中乱摸。然后，他摸到了之前在隧道中捡到、却完全忘记的戒指。
“我的口袋里面有什么？”他大声说。他这只是自言自语，但咕鲁以为这是个谜题，觉得相当不满。
“不公平！不公平！”他嘶嘶地说道：”这不公平，我的宝贝，是吧，谁知道它的脏口袋里面有什么？”
比尔博这才明白究竟是怎么一回事，由于他也实在想不出什么更好的问题来，只能更大声地说：”我的口袋里面有什么？”
“嘶──嘶──嘶，”咕鲁嘶嘶地说道：”它得让我们猜三次，我的宝贝，猜三次！”
“好啊！那你们就猜吧！”比尔博说。
“手！”咕鲁说。
“错，”幸好比尔博才刚把手拿出来。”再猜！”
“嘶嘶──嘶嘶──嘶，”咕鲁这次比之前都还要沮丧。他思索著所有会放在自己口袋里面的东西：鱼骨、半兽人的牙齿、贝壳、蝙蝠翅膀、用来磨牙的石头，以及其他恶心的东西。他试著思索其他人的口袋里面会放些什么东西。
“小刀！”他最后猜道。
“又错了！”比尔博说，他不久之前才把自己的小刀弄丢。”最后一次机会！”
咕鲁现在的状况比之前被问到蛋的谜题时更糟糕了。他发出嘶嘶声、噗噗声，又不停地前后摇晃著脑袋，大力跺著地板，浑身又摇又扭的，但还是不敢轻易地浪费掉最后一次机会。
“快点啦！”比尔博说：”我在等你哪！”他试著听起来十分乐观和勇敢，但心中其实不太确定不管咕鲁猜对或是猜错，这场游戏会怎么样收场。
“时间到！”他说。
“线头，或是什么都没有！”咕鲁这种作法其实也不太公平，因为他一次猜了两样东西。
“都错了，”比尔博大喊著，觉得松了一口气。他立刻跳了起来，背靠著最接近的洞壁，拔出短剑。他当然知道，猜谜是件很神圣的事情，即使是诡诈的坏心生物，也不敢在比赛的时候作弊；不过，他不相信眼前的家伙会这么轻易地守信，这家伙只要有任何的理由，可能就会想办法毁约。不只如此，他自己也有理亏的地方，根据古老的规定，其实最后一个问题也不太算是真正的谜语。
至少，咕鲁没有立刻攻击他。他可以看见比尔博手中的宝剑，他只是坐在地上，浑身发抖地呢喃著。最后，比尔博终于不耐烦了。
“怎样？”他说：”你不是答应我了吗？我想要走了，你一定得带我出去。”
“宝贝，我们这样说过吗？让那个可恶的小人出去吗，是的，是的。可是，它的口袋里面到底有什么东西？没有线头，宝贝，也不是什么都没有。喔，不！咕鲁！”
“你别管那么多，”比尔博说：”你要说话算话！”
“这家伙还真是不耐烦，宝贝，”咕鲁嘶嘶地说道。”不过，它一定要等等，是的，要等等，我们不能够这么急著走出去。我们得要
先收收东西，是的，拿一些可以帮助我们的东西。”
“好吧，快点啦！”比尔博一想到咕鲁会暂时离开身边，就不禁松了一口气。不过，他随即转念一想，又觉得他可能只是找个理由离开，不准备再回来。他在湖上能够找到什么可用的东西？
但他错了，咕鲁的确想回来。他现在又气又饿，身为一名心肠恶毒的家伙，他现在已经想出了一个计画。
不远之处就是他的小岛，比尔博对此一无所知；在这个他的藏身之处，放著几样恶心的东西，以及一个非常美丽的宝物，非常漂亮、非常棒的东西。他有一枚戒指──一枚黄金戒指，一只宝贝的戒指。
“我的生日礼物！”他自言自语道，从不知道多少年以前开始，他就对自己这样说。”我们现在就想要它，是的，我们想要它！”
他会这样想的原因是因为那戒指拥有魔力，如果你把戒指戴上手指，就会变成隐形，只有在明亮的阳光下才会被发现，而且还只能透过你模糊不清的阴影，来知道你的行踪。
“我的生日礼物！是我在生日的时候拿到的，宝贝，”他一直这样对自己说。不过，谁又知道咕鲁当年究竟是怎么获得这个戒指的呢？在那个古老的年代中，世界上还有许多这样的戒指，但现在都无人知晓……或许连统御这所有戒指的主人都不能够确定。咕鲁一开始无时无刻都将它戴在手上，后来他却因此感到十分疲倦；然后他会将它放在贴身的小囊中，它却擦伤了他。现在，他通常会把它藏在小岛的岩石底下，时常回去欣赏这个宝物。有时，当他再也无法忍受和它分离的寂寞时，他会戴上它；或者，当他饿得受不了却又不想吃鱼肉的时候，他也会戴上它。然后，他会无声无息地沿著隧道前进，搜寻孤身的半兽人。他甚至敢大胆地混入点著火把的隧道，因为他知道，即使火光让他的眼睛眨个不停，流出泪水，他却依然是安全的。喔是的，相当安全！没有人能发现他、没有人会注意到，只能乖乖地等他的手指掐住他们的脖子。几个小时之前，他才戴过这个戒指，抓到了一个倒楣的小半兽人，那家伙叫得真凄厉啊！他还留了一两根骨头来啃，不过，现在他想要吃更软一点的肉。
“相当安全，是的，”他自言自语道：”它看不见我们的，宝贝，对吧？是的。它看不见我们的，它的那把臭剑也不会有用的，是的。”
当他突然离开比尔博身边，跳回船上时，脑中只想著这件事情。比尔博以为自己不会再看见他。不过，他还是等了一阵子，因为他也不知道自己要怎么样找路出去。
突然间，他听见了一声嘶吼，这让他背脊发凉。咕鲁在这一片黑暗中不停地咒骂吼叫，从声音听起来似乎不是太远。他站在小岛上，到处乱翻著，徒劳无功地搜索著。
“它在哪里？它在哪里？”比尔博听见他大喊著。”弄丢了，我的宝贝，丢了不见了！诅咒我们，我们该死，我的宝贝竟然不见了！”
“怎么搞的？”比尔博大喊著：”你弄丢了什么？”
“它不要问我们，”咕鲁尖声大叫：”不是它的事！不，咕鲁！它不见了，咕鲁，咕鲁，咕鲁。”
“好吧，我出去的路也不见了，”比尔博大喊著：”我想要离开这里，我赢了比赛，你也答应过我。快来吧！快把我带出去，然后你就可以继续找！”虽然咕鲁听起来那么可怜，但比尔博却发现自己挤不出多少同情心。他有种感觉，既然咕鲁这家伙这么想要它，那一定不会是什么好东西。”快来啦！”他大喊著。
“不，不行，时候还没到，宝贝！”咕鲁回答道：”我们得要找找才行，它不见了，咕鲁。”
“可是你根本没猜到我最后一个问题，你答应要带我出去的。”比尔博说。
“没猜到！”咕鲁说。然后，突然间，黑暗中传来一声嘶嘶声：”它的口袋里面到底有什么？告诉我们，他一定要先说！”
在比尔博看来，他没什么理由不跟对方讲答案。不过，咕鲁想的比他要快；这是很自然的，因为这么多年以来，他脑中一直只有这样东西，一直担心它被人偷走。但此时，比尔博只是不喜欢对方一直找理由拖延，毕竟，他可是冒了极大的危险才赢了这场猜谜比赛。”答案要用猜的，不能用问的，”他说。
“可是这问题不公平，”咕鲁说：”宝贝，这不是谜题，不是。”
“喔，好吧，如果你只是想要问问题，”比尔博回答道：”那么先让我问：你弄丢了什么东西？快告诉我！”
“它的口袋里面有什么？”那声音变得越来越大、越来越锐利。当他看著声音的来源时，比尔博警觉地发现了有两团光亮正瞪著他。咕鲁起了疑心，眼中彷佛燃起苍白的火焰。
“你弄丢了什么？”比尔博坚持问道。
此时，咕鲁眼中的光芒开始化成绿色的火焰，而且越来越靠近。咕鲁又跳上了船，开始疯狂地往岸边划。他的心中充满了愤怒和仇恨，再也没有任何的刀剑可对他构成威胁。
比尔博实在猜不出来，到底是什么让这家伙这么生气，但他知道一切都完蛋了，咕鲁最后还是会杀了他。他立刻转过身，用左手扶著墙壁，尽可能快速地往回头跑。
"What has it got in its pocketses?" The sound came hissing louder and sharper, and as he looked towards it, to his alarm Bilbo now saw two small points of light peering at him. As suspicion grew in Gollum's mind, the light of his eyes burned with a pale flame.
"What have you lost?" Bilbo persisted. But now the light in Gollum's eyes had become a green fire, and it was coming swiftly nearer. Gollum was in his boat again, paddling wildly back to the dark shore; and such a rage of loss and suspicion was in his heart that no sword had any more terror for him.
Bilbo could not guess what had maddened the wretched creature, but he saw that all was up, and that Gollum meant to murder him at any rate. Just in time he turned and ran blindly back up the dark passage down which he had come, keeping close to the wall and feeling it with his left hand.
"What has it got in its pocketses?" he heard the hiss loud behind him, and the splash as Gollum leapt from his boat.
"What have I, I wonder?" he said to himself, as he panted and stumbled along. He put his left hand in his pocket. The ring felt very cold as it quietly slipped on to his groping forefinger.
The hiss was close behind him. He turned now and saw Gollum's eyes like small green lamps coming up the slope. Terrified he tried to run faster, but suddenly he struck his toes on a snag in the floor, and fell flat with his little sword under him.
In a moment Gollum was on him. But before Bilbo could do anything, recover his breath, pick himself up, or wave his sword, Gollum passed by, taking no notice of him, cursing and whispering as he ran.
What could it mean? Gollum could see in the dark. Bilbo could see the light of his eyes palely shining even from behind. Painfully he got up, and sheathed his sword, which was now glowing faintly again, then very cautiously he followed. There seemed nothing else to do. It was no good crawling back down to Gollum's water. Perhaps if he followed him, Gollum might lead him to some way of escape without meaning to.
"Curse it! curse it! curse it!" hissed Gollum. "Curse the Baggins! It's gone! What has it got in its pocketses? Oh we guess, we guess, my precious. He's found it, yes he must have. My birthday-present."
Bilbo pricked up his ears. He was at last beginning to guess himself. H^ hurried a little, getting as close as he dared behind Gollum, who was still going quickly, not looking back, but turning his head from side to side, as Bilbo could see from the faint glimmer on the walls.
"My birthday-present! Curse it! How did we lose it, my precious? Yes, that's it. When we came this way last, when we twisted that nassty young squeaker. That's it. Curse it! It slipped from us, after all these ages and ages! It's gone, gollum."
Suddenly Gollum sat down and began to weep, a whistling and gurgling sound horrible to listen to. Bilbo halted and flattened himself against the tunnel-wall. After a while Gollum stopped weeping and began to talk. He seemed to be having an argument with himself.
"It's no good going back there to search, no. We doesn't remember all the places we've visited. And it's no use. The Baggins has got it in its pocketses; the nassty noser has found it, we says."
"We guesses, precious, only guesses. We can't know till we find the nassty creature and squeezes it. But it doesn't know what the present can do, does it? It'll just keep it in its pocketses. It doesn't know, and it can't go far. It's lost itself, the nassty nosey thing. It doesn't know the way out. It said so."
"It said so, yes; but it's tricksy. It doesn't say what it means. It won't say what it's got in its pocketses. It knows. It knows a way in, it must know a way out, yes. It's off to the back-door. To the back-door, that's it."
"The goblinses will catch it then. It can't get out that way, precious."
"Ssss, sss, gollum! Goblinses! Yes, but if it's got the present, our precious present, then goblinses will get it, gollum! They'll find it, they'll find out what it does. We shan't ever be safe again, never, gollum! One of the goblinses will put it on, and then no one will see him. He'll be there but not seen. Not even our clever eyeses will notice him; and he'll come creepsy and tricksy and catch us, gollum, gollum!"
"Then let's stop talking, precious, and make haste. If the Baggins has gone that way, we must go quick and see. Go! Not far now. Make haste!"
With a spring Gollum got up and started shambling off at a great pace. Bilbo hurried after him, still cautiously, though his chief fear now was of tripping on another snag and falling with a noise. His head was in a whirl of hope and wonder. It seemed that the ring he had was a magic ring: it made you invisible! He had heard of such things, of course, in old old tales; but it was hard to believe that he really had found one, by accident. Still there it was: Gollum with his bright eyes had passed him by, only a yard to one side.
On they went, Gollum flip-flapping ahead, hissing and cursing; Bilbo behind going as softly as a hobbit can. Soon they came to places where, as Bilbo had noticed on the way down, side-passages opened, this way and that. Gollum began at once to count them.
"One left, yes. One right, yes. Two right, yes, yes. Two left, yes, yes." And so on and on.
As the count grew he slowed down, and he began to get shaky and weepy; for he was leaving the water further and further behind, and he was getting afraid. Goblins might be about, and he had lost his ring. At last he stopped by a low opening, on their left as they went up.
"Seven right, yes. Six left, yes!" he whispered. "This is it. This is the way to the back-door, yes. Here's the passage!"
He peered in, and shrank back. "But we durstn't go in, precious, no we durstn't. Goblinses down there. Lots of goblinses. We smells them. Ssss!"
"What shall we do? Curse them and crush them! We must wait here, precious, wait a bit and see."
So they came to a dead stop. Gollum had brought Bilbo to the way out after all, but Bilbo could not get in! There was Gollum sitting humped up right in the opening, and his eyes gleamed cold in his head, as he swayed it from side to side between his knees.
Bilbo crept away from the wall more quietly than a mouse; but Gollum stiffened at once, and sniffed, and his eyes went green. He hissed softly but menacingly. He could not see the hobbit, but now he was on the alert, and he had other senses that the darkness had sharpened: hearing and smell. He seemed to be crouched right down with his flat hands splayed on the floor, and his head thrust out, nose almost to the stone. Though he was only a black shadow in the gleam of his own eyes, Bilbo could see or feel that he was tense as a bowstring, gathered for a spring.
Bilbo almost stopped breathing, and went stiff himself. He was desperate. He must get away, out of this horrible darkness, while he had any strength left. He must fight. He must stab the foul thing, put its eyes out, kill it. It meant to kill him. No, not a fair fight. He was invisible now. Gollum had no sword. Gollum had not actually threatened to kill him, or tried to yet. And he was miserable, alone, lost. A sudden understanding, a pity mixed with horror, welled up in Bilbo's heart: a glimpse of endless unmarked days without light or hope of betterment, hard stone, cold fish, sneaking and whispering. All these thoughts passed in a flash of a second. He trembled. And then quite suddenly in another flash, as if lifted by a new strength and resolve, he leaped.
No great leap for a man, but a leap in the dark. Straight over Gollum's head he jumped, seven feet forward and three in the air; indeed, had he known it, he only just missed cracking his skull on the low arch of the passage.
Gollum threw himself backwards, and grabbed as the hobbit flew over him, but too late: his hands snapped on thin air, and Bilbo, falling fair on his sturdy feet, sped off down the new tunnel. He did not turn to see what Gollum was doing. There was a hissing and cursing almost at his heels at first, then it stopped. All at once there came a bloodcurdling shriek, filled with hatred and despair. Gollum was defeated. He dared go no further. He had lost: lost his prey, and lost, too, the only thing he had ever cared for, his precious. The cry brought Bilbo's heart to his mouth, but still he held on. Now faint as an echo, but menacing, the voice came behind:
"Thief, thief, thief! Baggins! We hates it, we hates it, we hates it for ever!"
Then there was a silence. But that too seemed menacing to Bilbo. "If goblins are so near that he smelt them," he thought, "then they'll have heard his shrieking and cursing. Careful now, or this way will lead you to worse things."
The passage was low and roughly made. It was not too difficult for the hobbit, except when, in spite of all care, he stubbed his poor toes again, several times, on nasty jagged stones in the floor. "A bit low for goblins, at least for the big ones," thought Bilbo, not knowing that even the big ones, the ores of the mountains, go along at a great speed stooping low with their hands almost on the ground.
Soon the passage that had been sloping down began to go up again, and after a while it climbed steeply. That slowed Bilbo down. But at last the slope stopped, the passage turned a corner, and dipped down again, and there, at the bottom of a short incline, he saw, filtering round another corner-a glimpse of light. Not red light, as of fire or lantern, but a pale out-of-doors sort of light. Then Bilbo began to run.
Scuttling as fast as his legs would carry him he turned the last corner and came suddenly right into an open space, where the light, after all that time in the dark, seemed dazzlingly bright. Really it was only a leak of sunshine in through a doorway, where a great door, a stone door, was left standing open.
Bilbo blinked, and then suddenly he saw the goblins: goblins in full armour with drawn swords sitting just inside the door, and watching it with wide eyes, and watching the passage that led to it. They were aroused, alert, ready for anything.
They saw him sooner than he saw them. Yes, they saw him. Whether it was .an accident, or a last trick of the ring before it took a new master, it was not on his finger. With yells of delight the goblins rushed upon him.
A pang of fear and loss, like an echo of Gollum's misery, smote Bilbo, and forgetting even to draw his sword he struck his hands into his pockets. And- there was the ring still, in his left pocket, and it slipped on his finger. The goblins stopped short. They could not see a sign of him. He had vanished. They yelled twice as loud as before, but not so delightedly.
“它的口袋里面有什么？”他可以听见嘶嘶声依旧紧追不舍，还有咕鲁跳下船的水花声。”不知道我到底有什么东西？”他气喘吁吁地边跑边对自己说。他将左手放进口袋中，戒指摸起来非常冰冷，同时无声无息地滑上了他的食指。
嘶嘶声越来越近了。他转过身，可以看见咕鲁的两眼像是小灯一样地不停往斜坡上冲。他害怕得越跑越快，但却一不小心踢到了地板上的裂缝，一个狗吃屎摔在地上，把宝剑压在身体下。
就在那一瞬间，咕鲁正好赶上了他。但在比尔博来得及爬起来，调整呼吸或是挥舞宝剑之前，咕鲁就咒骂著继续往前奔跑，完全无视于他的存在。
这是怎么一回事？咕鲁可以在黑暗中视物，比尔博从后面都可以看见他眼中发出的光芒。他痛苦万分地爬起来，将再度发出微光的宝剑入鞘，小心翼翼地跟在后面，因为，他别无选择，转身躲回咕鲁的湖边没有什么意义。如果跟在咕鲁后面，他或许会不经意地带比尔博找到出口。
“诅咒它！诅咒它！诅咒它！”咕鲁嘶嘶地说：”诅咒巴金斯！它不见了！它的口袋里面到底有什么？喔，我们猜得到，我们猜得到，我的宝贝──他找到了它，是的，他一定找到了它，我的生日礼物！”
比尔博竖直耳朵听著，最后，他终于也开始怀疑这一切，他小心地往前走了几步，大胆地靠近咕鲁；幸好对方依旧匆忙的赶路，无暇回头观望。从墙壁上的微光看来，比尔博判断这家伙在不停地打量著四周的环境。
“我的生日礼物！诅咒它！我们怎么会弄丢呢，宝贝？是的，就是这样。上次我们来这边的时候，我们扭断那小家伙脖子的时候。就是了！诅咒它！在这么久之后，它竟然从我们手上滑了下去！它不见了，咕鲁。”
突然间，咕鲁在地上坐了下来，开始啜泣，那是种结合了哨声和吞咽声的诡异交响乐，让人听起来很不舒服。比尔博停下来，背紧靠著洞壁隐藏住身形。过了一阵子之后，咕鲁停止啜泣，开始自言自语，他似乎和自己起了争执。
“回去找也没用的，没用，我们根本不记得去过哪些地方，不会有用的。巴金斯把它放在口袋里面，我们认为是那个臭家伙找到了它。”
“我们猜测，宝贝，只是猜测而已。我们在抓到那个臭家伙，好好逼问它之前是不能确定的。它不知道路，也走不远，那个臭家伙迷路了，它说它不知道出去的路。”
“它是这样说，但这家伙很狡诈，它没有说这是什么意思，它也不肯说口袋里面有什么东西。它知道。它知道进来的路，它一定知道出去的路。是的，它去后门了，对，去后门！半兽人会抓住它的。它不能够从那边出去的，宝贝。”
“嘶嘶，嘶嘶，咕鲁！半兽人！是的，但是如果它拿到了我们的礼物，我们宝贝的礼物，那半兽人也会拿到它的，咕鲁！他们会找到它，会知道它的厉害，我们就再也不安全了，再也不安全，咕鲁！会有半兽人把它戴上，其他人就看不见他，他会隐形，连我们聪明的眼睛都看不见他，他会静悄悄地来抓我们，咕鲁，咕鲁！”
“那我们还是不要聊天了吧，宝贝，动作快一点。如果巴金斯往这个方向走了，我们必须要赶快过去看。去吧！不远了，快一点！”
咕鲁一跃而起，立刻开始飞奔离开。比尔博依旧小心翼翼地跟在后面，只不过，这回他比较担心的是又踢到什么东西，而发出不该有的声响。他的小脑袋中充满了新的希望和惊奇，看来他所捡到的戒指是个魔法戒指：它可以让人隐身！当然，他曾经在传说和童话里听过这种东西，但实在很难相信自己竟真的意外找到这种宝物。眼前的证据不由得他不相信，拥有锐利双眼的咕鲁对他视而不见，就这么毫无防备地从他身前走过。
他们就这样继续下去，咕鲁的双脚啪哒啪哒地前进，边咒骂和发出嘶嘶的声音；比尔博则是发挥霍比特人的天赋，悄无声息地跟在后面。很快的，比尔博就来到了之前所注意到的许多岔路处，咕鲁立刻开始数著这些岔路。
“左边一个，是的；右边一个，是的。右边两个，是的是的，左边两个，是的是的……”他一直这样喃喃自语。
随著他越数越多，他开始浑身发抖，发出啜泣声；因为他已经离地底湖很远的距离，开始觉得有些害怕。四周可能有半兽人出没，而他又弄丢了戒指。最后，他在左方一个低矮的隧道口停了下来。
“右边第七个，是的，左边第六个，是的。”他低语道：”就是这个了，这就是去后门的路，就是这条路！”
他往内窥探著，又缩了回来。”可是宝贝，我们不想要进去，我们不想，里面有半兽人，很多半兽人，我们可以闻到他们。嘶嘶！我们该怎么办？诅咒这些该死的家伙！我们得在这边等，宝贝，要等等看才行。”
因此，他们就这么停了下来。咕鲁毕竟还是把比尔博带到了出口，但比尔博却无法进去！因为咕鲁就这么坐在那里，双眼发出冷冽的光芒，头放在双膝之间左右扫视著。
比尔博又用比老鼠更小的声音离开洞壁，但咕鲁立刻浑身一紧，开始嗅著四周的气味，眼中再度发出绿光。他发出带著怒气的嘶嘶声，他看不见霍比特人，但却已经提高了警觉；而且，他还有其他在黑暗中变得更敏锐的知觉：听觉和嗅觉。他就这么趴在地板上，头伸了出来，鼻子几乎贴在地板上。虽然对方在比尔博的眼角余光只是一团模糊的黑影，但他却可以明显地感觉到：对方已经像弓弦一样的紧绷，毫不松懈地四面八方监视任何蛛丝马迹。
比尔博害怕得几乎停止了呼吸，身体也立刻变得非常僵硬。他十分紧张，只要他还有力气，就一定得脱离这片恐怖的黑暗，逃离这个地方。他必须要奋力一搏，他必须要刺死这个恐怖的家伙，让他眼睛的光芒熄灭。他想要杀死比尔博。不，这样不公平，比尔博已经隐形了，咕鲁手无寸铁，咕鲁并没有威胁要杀他，至少还没有付诸行动；他孤身一人，十分的可怜、不知如何是好。比尔博的心中突然对这可怜的生物产生了一种混杂著恐惧和谅解的同情心：他在这没有希望、没有光芒的地底度过无数的岁月，和坚硬的岩石、冰冷的盲鱼为伴，偷偷摸摸地四处行动，鬼鬼祟祟地自言自语。这些念头都在一瞬间掠过他的脑海，比尔博打了个寒颤，接著，藉由身体内突如其来产生的一股怪力和决心，他纵身一跃。
对人类来说不算是多么厉害的一跳，但别忘了，这可是在全然黑暗中的一跃。他飞过咕鲁头上，往前飞过了七尺，跃起了至少三尺。事实上，他差点就在洞口撞烂自己的脑袋。
咕鲁立刻转身奔去，试图抓住越过头顶的霍比特人，但已经太迟了：他的手划过空气，比尔博则是稳稳地落在地上，开始往新的出口方向飞奔。他不敢转头打量咕鲁在干些什么。一开始，他可以听见背后传来清楚的嘶嘶声和咒骂声，然后那声音就停了下来；几乎在同一瞬间，后方传来了让人血液为之冻结的尖叫声，充满了恨意和绝望。咕鲁被打败了，他不敢再往前走，他已经输了：他不只追丢了猎物，更弄丢了他这辈子唯一在乎的宝贝。这尖叫声让比尔博的心脏差点跳出嘴边，但他坚毅地继续往前跑。虽然那声音现在微弱得如同回音一般，但其中的恨意依然让它持续不断地往前飘送：
“小偷，小偷，小偷！巴金斯！我们恨它，我们恨它，我们永远恨它！”
然后就变得一片死寂。但，对于比尔博来说，这依旧让人提心吊胆。”如果咕噜近到可以闻到半兽人的气息，那么他们也可以听见他的尖叫和咒骂声。我得小心点，这条路可能会让我走向更可怕的事情。”
这条隧道不只低矮，看来也十分粗制滥造。对于霍比特人来说，还不算太难走，只是他在这段路程中又好几次踢到了地上的碎石。”对比较高大的半兽人来说似乎太矮了些，”比尔博想，但他不知道，即使是最高大的半兽人，也可以弯著身子，在双手几乎垂到地面的状况下飞快赶路。
很快的，一直蜿蜒向下的隧道开始往上延伸，过了一阵子之后，它变得十分陡峭，这让比尔博的速度慢了下来。到了最后，斜坡终于平缓下来，隧道转过一个弯，又开始继续往下走。在那边，底下一个弯道的尽头，他看见了一丝光芒。那不是油灯所吐出的红光，而是白色的天光，比尔博立刻拔足狂奔。
他用尽全身力气迈步飞奔，绕过最后的转弯，终于来到了一个开阔的空间。在他于黑暗中待了那么久之后，这里的光线相形之下变得十分刺眼。事实上，这只是从门缝中透过的一丝光线，来源则是不远之前的一扇巨大石门。
比尔博眨眨眼，这才看见了半兽人：全副武装，手拿刀剑的半兽人坐在门内，用警醒的目光打量著外面，监视通往大门的小径。他们丝毫不敢松懈，准备面对任何的危险。
他们发现陌生人的速度快多了。是的，他们发现了他，不知道这是意外，还是戒指换到新主人手上的另一个恶作剧；当主人最需要它的时候，它又不在主人的手指上。半兽人欢呼一声，朝他冲了过来。
比尔博感到一阵恐惧和失落感，几乎与咕鲁的痛苦毫无二致。他甚至忘记拔出武器，只记得将手伸到口袋中。戒指还在他左边的口袋中，他立刻戴上戒指，半兽人震惊地停下脚步──他就这么凭空消失了。他们发出比之前更大声的吼叫声，但这次可不是欢呼了。
"Where is it?" they cried.
"Go back up the passage!" some shouted.
"This way!" some yelled. "That way!" others yelled.
"Look out for the door," bellowed the captain.
Whistles blew, armour clashed, swords rattled, goblins cursed and swore and ran hither and thither, falling over one another and getting very angry. There was a terrible outcry, to-do, and disturbance.
Bilbo was dreadfully frightened, but he had the sense to understand what had happened and to sneak behind a big barrel which held drink for the goblin-guards, and so get out of the way and avoid being bumped into, trampled to death, or caught by feel.
"I must get to the door, I must get to the door!" he kept on saying to himself, but it was a long time before he ventured to try. Then it was like a horrible game of blind-man's buff. The place was full of goblins running about, and the poor little hobbit dodged this way and that, was knocked over by a goblin who could not make out what he had bumped into, scrambled away on all fours, slipped between the legs of the captain just in time, got up, and ran for the door.
It was still ajar, but a goblin had pushed it nearly to. Bilbo struggled but he could not move it. He tried to squeeze through the crack. He squeezed and squeezed, and he stuck! It was awful. His buttons had got wedged on the edge of the door and the door-post. He could see outside into the open air: there were a few steps running down into a narrow valley between tall mountains; the sun came out from behind a cloud and shone bright on the outside of the door-but he could not get through.
Suddenly one of the goblins inside shouted: "There is a shadow by the door. Something is outside!"
Bilbo's heart jumped into his mouth. He gave a terrific squirm. Buttons burst off in all directions. He was through, with a torn coat and waistcoat, leaping down the steps like a goat, while bewildered goblins were still picking up his nice brass buttons on the doorstep.
Of course they soon came down after him, hooting and hallooing, and hunting among the trees. But they don't like the sun: it makes their legs wobble and their heads giddy. They could not find Bilbo with the ring on, slipping in and out of the shadow of the trees, running quick and quiet, and keeping out of the sun; so soon they went back grumbling and cursing to guard the door. Bilbo had escaped.
“他到哪里去了？”他们喊著。
“快回门口！”有人大喊著。
“这个方向！”有些人喊著，”是那个方向！”其他的人则是喊著。
“注意大门，”队长下令道。
哨声响起，盔甲撞击，刀剑挥舞，半兽人咒骂著四处奔跑，彼此互相妨碍，怒气也越来越高涨。一瞬间，原先秩序井然的守备队就陷入彻底的混乱中。
比尔博感到无比的害怕，但他还是勉强保持了一丝冷静，及时在半兽人守卫喝水用的大桶后面躲了起来，因此闪开了半兽人盲目的摸索和被践踏而死的命运。
“我一定得快到门口，我一定得快到门口！”他不停地对自己说，但过了很长的时间他才敢真的这么做。那就像是一场恐怖的瞎子摸象游戏一样，到处都是漫无目的四处奔跑的半兽人，可怜的小霍比特人左闪右躲，最后还是被一名搞不清楚状况的士兵撞倒在地上。他把握机会，四肢著地爬过队长的胯下，冲向门口。
大门依旧没有完全关上，但已经有名半兽人将它推得只剩一条缝隙。比尔博使尽全身的力气，发现自己还是推不动，最后只能想办法挤过去。他挤了又挤，最后竟然卡住了。他的钮扣被卡在门上；他可以看见外面蓝天白云的景象，再跑几步就能进入高耸山脉间的一座狭窄山谷。太阳从云后探出头来，照耀在门外，但他就是挤不过去。
突然间，门内的一名半兽人扯开喉咙大喊：”门口有个影子，外面有人！”
比尔博的心脏又再度跳到喉头。他奋力一挣，钮扣往四面八方爆开。他终于挤了出去，但外套和衬衫全都破了。他像是只兴奋的山羊一般冲下阶梯，吃惊的半兽人则是在门口捡著他漂亮的铜钮扣。
当然，他们很快就狂喊著追了出来，在树林间努力地搜索；但他们不喜欢阳光，它会让他们两腿发软，头晖脑胀。他们找不到戴著戒指的比尔博，因为他正在树木的阴影中无声无息地穿梭，在阳光照不到的地方飞奔著。因此，很快的，他们就咒骂著、嘟哝著走回门口继续张望。比尔博终于逃了出来。
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