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What's this?

That is private, keep your sticky paws off! It's not ready yet!

Not ready for what?

Reading!

I'll be all right. Just let me sit quietly for a moment.

You've been sitting quietly for far too long!

Are there any?

What?

Other Wizards?

There are five of us. The greatest of our order is Saruman the White. Then there are the two Blue Wizards... Do you know, I've quite forgotten their names.

And who is the fifth?

Well, that would be Radagast the Brown.

Is he a great Wizard, or is he more like you?

I think he's a very great Wizard, in his own way. He's a gentle soul who prefers the company of animals to others.

I am sorry I doubted you.

No, I would have doubted me too. I'm not a hero, or a warrior... Not even a burglar.

Can I help you?

That remains to be seen.

Dwalin, at your service.

Um... Bilbo Baggins, at yours.

Tell me, Mr. Baggins, have you done much fighting?

Pardon me?

Axe or sword? What's your weapon of choice?

[proudly] Well, I do have some skill at conkers, if you must know.

I am surrounded by dwarves! What are they doing here?

Oh, they're quite a merry gathering. Once you get used to them.

I wouldn't bother, laddie. Swords are named for the great deeds they do in war.

What are you saying? That my sword hasn't seen battle?

I'm not actually sure it is a sword. More of a letter opener, really.

But we'll take it as a sign. A good omen.

You're right, I do believe the worst is behind us.

What has roots as nobody sees? Is taller than trees? Up, up, up it goes And yet never grows.

The mountain.

Yes, yes.

Thirty white horses on a red hill; First, they champ. Then they stamp. Then they stand still.

Uh... Teeth? Teeth! Yes! My precious! But we, we only have nine.

Voiceless it cries; Wingless flutters; Toothless bites; Mouthless mutters.

Just a minute...

Ooo, Ooo! We knows! We knows!

Shut up!

Wind... It's wind, 'course it is.

Very clever, hobbitses... Very clever.

A... A box without hinges, key or lid... Yet golden treasure inside is hid.

Box... um uh... Box... lid... and a key...

Well?

It's nasty.

Do you give up?

Oh, give us a chance, precious! Give us a chance! ... Eggses! Eggses!

All things it devours. Birds, beasts, trees, flowers. Gnaws iron, bites steel. Grinds hard stones to meal. ... Answer us.

Give me a moment, please. I gave you a good long while. Birds, beasts... Beasts? Trees, flowers. I don't know this one.

Is it tasty? Is it scrumptious? Is it crunchable?

Let me think. Let me think.

It's stuck. Bagginses is stuck. Time's up.

Time. The answer is time. Actually it wasn't that hard.