![]() He saw him fall in battle with the men of Esgaroth the third night back from now at the rising of the moon." "The thrush, may his feathers never fall, saw him die, and we may trust his words. "Dead! Then we have been in needless fear-and the treasure is ours!" They all sprang up and began to caper about for joy. "Behold! the birds are gathering back again to the Mountain and to Dale from South and East and West, for word has gone out that Smaug is dead!" Most of my people are abroad, for there are great tidings in the South: some are tidings of joy to you, and some you will not think so good. We are few, but we remember still the king that was of old. Now I am the chief of the great ravens of the Mountain. It is a hundred years and three and fifty since I came out of the egg, but I do not forget what my father told me. Carc is dead, but he was well known to you once. "O Thorin son of Thrain, and Balin son of Fundin," he croaked (and Bilbo could understand what he said, for he used ordinary language and not bird-speech). He alighted stiffly on the ground before them, slowly flapped his wings, and bobbed towards Thorin. He was getting blind, he could hardly fly, and the top of his head was bald. "Keep watch now, and see what happens!"īefore long there was a fluttering of wings, and back came the thrush and with him came a most decrepit old bird. "We may not understand him, but that old bird understands us, I am sure," said Balin. No sooner had he finished speaking than the old thrush gave a loud call, and immediately flew away. But I don't suppose that any of that ancient breed linger here now." This very height was once named Ravenhill, because there was a wise and famous pair, old Carc and his wife, that lived here above the guard-chamber. I knew many among the ravens of the rocks when I was a dwarf- lad. "They live many a year, and their memories are long, and they hand on their wisdom to their children. There used to be great friendship between them and the people of Thror and they often brought us secret news, and were rewarded with such bright things as they coveted to hide in their dwellings. You must have heard the ugly names they were calling after us. "Those were crows! And nasty suspicious-looking creatures at that, and rude as well. "I thought you did not like them! You seemed very shy of them, when we came this way before." "I only wish he was a raven!" said Balin. "Not very well," said Bilbo (as a matter of fact, he could make nothing of it at all) "but the old fellow seems very excited." "I believe he is trying to tell us something," said Balin "but I cannot follow the speech of such birds, it is very quick and difficult. Then he fluttered his wings and sang then he cocked his head on one side, as if to listen and again he sang, and again he listened. Sure enough the old thrush was there, and as Bilbo pointed, he flew towards them and perched on a stone near by. "He seems to have escaped, when Smaug smashed the mountain-side, but I don't suppose the snails have!" Suddenly Bilbo pointed: "There is that old thrush again!" he cried. "The time has gone for the autumn wanderings and these are birds that dwell always in the land there are starlings and flocks of finches and far off there are many carrion birds as if a battle were afoot!" ![]() ![]() "Something strange is happening," said Thorin. Their companies came flying from the South and the crows that still lived about the Mountain were wheeling and crying unceasingly above. But ever more thickly the birds were gathering. All night one of them had watched, but when morning came they had not heard or seen any sign of danger. ![]() Now we will return to Bilbo and the dwarves.
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