The Hobbit

Lake.”
    Then Thorin seized a bow of horn and shot an arrow at the speaker. It smote into his shield and stuck there quivering.
    “Since such is your answer,” he called in return, “I declare the Mountain besieged. You shall not depart from it, until you
     call on your side for a truce and a parley. We will bear no weapons against you, but we leave you to your gold. You may eat
     that, if you will!”
    With that the messengers departed swiftly, and the dwarves were left to consider their case. So grim had Thorin become, that
     even if they had wished, the others would not have dared to find fault with him; but indeed most of them seemed to share his
     mind—except perhaps old fat Bombur and Fili and Kili. Bilbo, of course, disapproved of the whole turn of affairs. He had by
     now had more than enough of the Mountain, and being besieged inside it was not at all to his taste.
    “The whole place still stinks of dragon,” he grumbled to himself, “and it makes me sick. And
cram
is beginning simply to stick in my throat.”

Chapter
XVI
A THIEF IN THE NIGHT
    Now the days passed slowly and wearily. Many of the dwarves spent their time piling and ordering the treasure; and now Thorin
     spoke of the Arkenstone of Thrain, and bade them eagerly to look for it in every corner.
    “For the Arkenstone of my father,” he said, “is worth more than a river of gold in itself, and to me it is beyond price. That
     stone of all the treasure I name unto myself, and I will be avenged on anyone who finds it and withholds it.”
    Bilbo heard these words and he grew afraid, wondering what would happen, if the stone was found—wrapped in an old bundle of
     tattered oddments that he used as a pillow. All the same he did not speak of it, for as the weariness of the days grew heavier,
     the beginnings of a plan had come into his little head.
    Things had gone on like this for some time, when the ravens brought news that Dain and more than five hundred dwarves, hurrying
     from the Iron Hills, were now within about two days’ march of Dale, coming from the North-East.
    “But they cannot reach the Mountain unmarked,” said Roäc, “and I fear lest there be battle in the valley. I do not call this
     counsel good. Though they are a grim folk, they are not likely to overcome the host that besets you; and even if they did
     so, what will you gain? Winter and snow is hastening behind them. How shall you be fed without the friendship and goodwill of the lands
     about you? The treasure is likely to be your death, though the dragon is no more!”
    But Thorin was not moved. “Winter and snow will bite both men and elves,” he said, “and they may find their dwelling in the
     waste grievous to bear. With my friends behind them and winter upon them, they will perhaps be in softer mood to parley with.”
    That night Bilbo made up his mind. The sky was black and moonless. As soon as it was full dark, he went to a corner of an
     inner chamber just within the gate and drew from his bundle a rope, and also the Arkenstone wrapped in a rag. Then he climbed
     to the top of the wall. Only Bombur was there, for it was his turn to watch, and the dwarves kept only one watchman at a time.
    “It is mighty cold!” said Bombur. “I wish we could have a fire up here as they have in the camp!”
    “It is warm enough inside,” said Bilbo.
    “I daresay; but I am bound here till midnight,” grumbled the fat dwarf. “A sorry business altogether. Not that I venture to
     disagree with Thorin, may his beard grow ever longer; yet he was ever a dwarf with a stiff neck.”
    “Not as stiff as my legs,” said Bilbo. “I am tired of stairs and stone passages. I would give a good deal for the feel of
     grass at my toes.”
    “I would give a good deal for the feel of a strong drink in my throat, and for a soft bed after a good supper!”
    “I can’t give you those, while the siege is going on.
    But it is long since I watched, and I will take your turn for you, if you like. There is no sleep in me tonight.”
    “You are a good fellow, Mr. Baggins, and I will take your offer kindly. If there should be anything to note, rouse me first,
     mind you! I will lie in the inner chamber to the left, not far away.”
    “Off you go!” said Bilbo. “I will wake you at midnight, and you can wake the next watchman.”
    As soon as Bombur had gone, Bilbo put on his ring, fastened his rope, slipped down over the wall, and was gone. He had about
     five hours before him.