#Crack open a cold one hobbit cracked#
#Crack open a cold one hobbit full#

'Up to no good, I'll warrant! Spying on the private business of my people, I guess! Thieves, I shouldn't be surprised to learn! Murderers and friends of Elves, not unlikely! Come! What have you got to say?' 'What do you mean by it?' said the Great Goblin turning to Thorin. 'We found them sheltering in our Front Porch.' 'Dwarves, and this!' said one of the drivers, pulling at Bilbo's chain so that he fell forward onto his knees. 'Who are these miserable persons?' said the Great Goblin. But they had a special grudge against Thorin's people, because of the war which you have heard mentioned, but which does not come into this tale and anyway goblins don't care who they catch, as long as it is done smart and secret, and the prisoners are not able to defend themselves. They did not hate dwarves especially, no more than they hated everybody and everything, and particularly the orderly and prosperous in some parts wicked dwarves had even made alliances with them. It is not unlikely that they invented some of the machines that have since troubled the world, especially the ingenious devices for killing large numbers of people at once, for wheels and engines and explosions always delighted them, and also not working with their own hands more than they could help but in those days and those wild parts they had not advanced (as it is called) so far. Hammers, axes, swords, daggers, pickaxes, tongs, and also instruments of torture, they make very well, or get other people to make to their design, prisoners and slaves that have to work till they die for want of air and light. They can tunnel and mine as well as any but the most skilled dwarves, when they take the trouble, though they are usually untidy and dirty. They make no beautiful things, but they make many clever ones. Now goblins are cruel, wicked, and bad-hearted. There in the shadows on a large flat stone sat a tremendous goblin with a huge head, and armed goblins were standing round him carrying the axes and the bent swords that they use. The goblins chained their hands behind their backs and linked them all together in a line and dragged them to the far end of the cavern with little Bilbo tugging at the end of the row. Just now however the prisoners were thinking only of themselves. For goblins eat horses and ponies and donkeys (and other much more dreadful things), and they are always hungry.

I am afraid that was the last they ever saw of those excellent little ponies, including a jolly sturdy little white fellow that Elrond had lent to Gandalf, since his horse was not suitable for the mountain-paths. The ponies were already there huddled in a corner and there were all the baggages and packages lying broken open, and being rummaged by goblins, and smelt by goblins, and fingered by goblins, and quarreled over by goblins.

#Crack open a cold one hobbit cracked#

They all laughed and stamped and clapped their hands, when the dwarves (with poor little Bilbo at the back and nearest to the whips) came running in, while the goblin-drivers whooped and cracked their whips behind.

#Crack open a cold one hobbit full#

It was lit by a great red fire in the middle, and by torches along the walls, and it was full of goblins. The walls echoed to the clap, snap! and the crush, smash! and to the ugly laughter of their ho, ho! my lad! The general meaning of the song was only too plain for now the goblins took out whips and whipped them with a swish, smack!, and set them running as fast as they could in front of them and more than one of the dwarves were already yammering and bleating like anything, when they stumbled into a big cavern.