Now, this chapter is not like all the others, in that it describes a bloody battle between the elves, dwarves and men on one side and the goblins and wolves on the other. Any who object to such violence would do well to skip to the last verse.
Army one was of the elves,
Standing on the southern shelves;
Army two was of the men,
Standing in the land dwarven;
Army three which, of dwarves made,
With the men on east claim laid.
Army four was of goblins,
Slaves who like fighting in dins;
Army five of warg-wolf was,
Biting foes without a pause;
Armies one and two and three,
Fought four and five to be free.
Then started the shed of blood,
Many bodies hit the mud;
Elves and dwarves and men tried hard,
Elven-king, Dain, and Bard;
Yet the goblins rushed anew,
All good peoples, back they flew.
And just when they were losing hope,
And, with the goblins couldn’t cope;
The horns of Erebor did ring,
And out strode Thorin, dwarven-king!
He hemmed and hawed and struck them all,
And many goblins did there fall.
But bodyguard of Bolg then came,
And this was not at all the same;
For goblins of the greatest kind,
With arms of steel this place did mind;
And Thorin’s charge was held up here,
And, in the fray did disappear.
And then did great disaster strike,
The goblins made a long, long hike,
And scaled the mountain from behind,
And elves below them they did find;
And men and dwarves were rock-showered,
And only few were left, covered.
But then came to them hope anew,
For, down the wind, great Eagles flew;
From all the great northern eyries,
They came to battle, thick as bees;
And cast the goblins from the heights,
Down into thick and bloody fights.
And still, the goblins held right on,
Till all good strength was nearly gone;
But as the goblins smelt a win,
There went up an enormous din;
For, Beorn came to them at last,
And as a bear, he killed them fast.
He rushed into the thick of things,
And, like the blast that rainstorm brings,
He slew the goblins, one and all,
And went to Thorin’s battle-call;
And picking up the dwarven-king,
Thorin to safety he did bring.
And then he rushed with fury new,
And bodyguard of Bolg he threw;
And picking up the goblin great,
He reduced him to worstest state;
Then the goblins did despair,
And tried then to fly from there.
But armies one and two and three
Came down on them with great glee;
And they slew the dinning-horde,
Near the fallen of goblin-lord;
Later was said, in a lay,
Three-fourths goblins died that day.
Coming back to Bilbo’s tale,
Nothing much to sing (or wail);
Slipping on the golden ring,
He kept watch on everything;
When the great Eagles did come,
Far away, he saw them, some.
“The Eagles are coming!” he cried,
Then, he was struck by goblin-tide;
Goblins threw down rock and stone,
Which struck him right on his skull-bone;
He fell down, unconscious quite,
And missed the rest of all the fight.
And when he woke, he rubbed his head,
And looked around, behind, ahead;
And as he looked, a man there came,
And Bilbo called out to the same;
But as he wore the magic ring,
The man could see of him nothing.
And then said Bilbo, “Well, I’ll be!
This vanishing isn’t for free!
If I’d been seen, I could have spent,
The night in bed, no argument.”
And then he took off magic ring,
And man did take him to the king.
But Gandalf said, “Bilbo, my lad,
The work you’ve done is not so bad,
But now, you have to come with me,
This is parting of company.”
And after this, Bilbo was led,
To Thorin, lying on a bed.
Said Thorin, “Farewell, hobbit-friend,
I’m sorry, but this has to end.
But now I say, I forgive you,
Never was heart so bold, or true.”
And Thorin lay and breathed his last,
And Bilbo shed tears, thick and fast.
There’s really nothing much to say,
The lands around were fresh and gay;
And Dain gave the promised gold,
“The dead one’s promise, we shall hold.”
And Bard built up the town of Dale,
And stocked there, gold and food and ale.
And Bilbo did refuse a share,
“Oh, how will I get it out there?”
But still, Dain and Bard prevailed,
And Bilbo Baggins was regaled;
And chests full of silver and gold,
One each he took, as is told.
On the journey back to home,
Gandalf did with Bilbo roam;
And for journey till Carrock,
Beorn also joined the flock;
Soon, they came to Rivendell,
And Bilbo was feeling well.
Back to Shire-land they came,
But all things were not the same;
People had gone off their head,
And thought that Bilbo was dead!
When he reached the auction-scene,
His house nearly sold had been.
Many things had been sold off,
At Bilbo many did scoff;
And to save time and trouble,
Bilbo bought things back double;
And he lived for many years,
Far away from any fears.
The Last Verse:
Gandalf came, and Balin came,
And house was filled with laughter;
But Bilbo, he remained the same,
Quite happy ever after.
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