Prose - The Hobbit 3. A trip to the king of the Barlogs.

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     ***        ХОББИТ 3         ***    
     *** ПОХОД К КОРОЛЮ БАРЛОГОВ ***    
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 Внимание!  Я  не  Толкиен  и мышление у
меня может быть немного другим! CHAPTER B A 1               
              CRAZY               
                                        
 Faramir sat by the window and smoked a pipe. On
the stars were shining in the sky, winking cheerfully
creatures looking at them.  Faramip
I loved to sit by the fireplace like that.  Firewood
always crackled soothingly,
the tobacco warmed from the inside, in the opposite direction
The chair was made by a beautiful wife.          
 Suddenly, the star jumped out of place and
flew towards the horizon. "What do I wish for?
? - flashed through the young man’s head (according to
by hobbit standards fifty-two years old -
this is youth) xobita.  Treat him kindly
Goldilocks said:                 
 - What are you thinking about?                   
 - About the fact that we can see the stars,
which may not exist.                 
 - Nonsense! Perigrine told you this
and some magician told him... hmm...
what was his name?                       
 - His name was Gandalf, Zlata.           
 - Yes, yes... how is it all...              
 - Let's not start all over again,
Zlata. I understand...                     
 - That's exactly what it doesn't...                
 - Okay, forgot!                       
 Just two years ago Sam went for
The Great Sea, and Merry and Peregrinedecided
that they get bored and leave
to the Rohanians and other friends.  B
During the settlement, everyone was immersed in the household,
which, thank God, flourished.  On
there is not a single one left in the land of hobbits
confirmations o The Great War of the Ring.
Goldilocks herself thought it all
the greatest nonsense: when she was
when she was little, she liked to listen to this
story from Papa Sam and Uncle Sam and
Peregrin, who always went to
chain mail and touched heads
crossbar when they entered the door. But
The girl grew up and studied at Hobby's
school, and the teachers were there, right
say, 'straight' scientists: they do not
recognized magic, everyone believed
old stories and legends are delirium and
fairy tales - all this is certain
affected the worldview of the young
hobbies.  A paradox appeared in her thoughts
when her father gave it to her before leaving
The Scarlet Book. It's so meticulous there
Everything was described so you won’t be able to endure it.
There were two options left: either all this
True, in this case I refused to believe
brain, or it's all nonsense, and father,
Meriadoc and Peregrin are crazy, but
it wasn't believable though
some residents of the settlement claimed
second.  Based on this, Faramir is not enough
talked to my wife about this story,
although he himself firmly believed in it, because
one ofpoints of the Tykob code of honor are clear
read: “Everything said by parents is
truth cannot be evil."           
 Zlata came up to him, hugged him, and sat down
nearby, to watch the stars. They were sitting
and they watched and time rushed by. Suddenly
it seemed to the hobbit that the stars began
change places and very soon
formed into letters. He rubbed his eyes
but nothing has changed: in the sky
"WAIT" was written in the stars.           
 - Zlata?                              
 - What ?                                
 - You don’t see anything strange in the sky
do you notice?                             
 - No, what?                         
 The hobbit rubbed his eyes again, and when
opened, the stars were already standing on their own
places.                                 
 - No... nothing...                     
 - You’re already imagining things, dear, come on
go to bed, huh?                     
 - No. I'd still like to watch.     
 - Okay, but I've already left.              
 Zlata headed towards the bedroom. Having reached
she looked back at the door.  Far is cute to her
smiled and when she disappeared behind
door, I was going to follow it, but
at that very moment there was a knock.            
 Far put on a vest, which was
incredibly beautiful, Sam gave it to him
wedding day with Zlata, vest
transmuted into all shades of gray,Sam said that he sewed it from
the material he asked from the elves,
who lived in the Last Shelter, still her
surrounded by precious stones, and
it was fastened with a gold chain,
which he asked from the local gnomes,
his request was transferred to Moppiya and it turned out
so much so that Gimli himself volunteered to forge it,
son of Gloin, Sam thought it was great
honor and was glad that his son-in-law would
wear something you have your hand on
great master. He got up and walked to the door
with a thought about who might need it
an ordinary hobbit at such a late hour. Far
opened the door and this is what he saw: on
a tall old man stood on the threshold, although
he didn’t look like an old man, he wasn’t at all
he was not hunched over, he was wearing a gray robe,
which was a cassock with
expanding pykobamu and hood,
which was now thrown back from his head, in
the stranger held a staff in his hand, which
however, it did not look like staves to help
at will.  The shabby robe made
a stranger who looks like an ordinary stranger
traveler Nothing more to consider than a hobbit
I didn’t have time because I remembered politeness
and frantically searched for the phrase in my head,
which should usually be said in such
cases (if something happened to you
analogous, then you can imagine
imagine the state of Faramir).        
 “We know each other...” the hobbit didn’t finish, he
interrupted the stranger.- You and I - yes, but you and I - no!         
 “D-d-didn’t understand?” mumbled the hobbit,
which instead of thoughts was formed
porridge.                                   
 - I know you very well from stories
one well-known gentleman and
This is roughly how I imagined you outwardly,
hmm..., - the old man looked at the hobbit with
all sides, but he didn’t know where he was
children                                   
 - M-m-maybe you’ll come in after all? - Far,
finally found something to say and that was it
quite apropos.                         
 Without answering the question, the traveler slipped through
past the hobbit and sat down by the fireplace.
Having made himself more comfortable, he stared at
Faramira with a kind, piercing gaze.
His eyes seemed to say: “You are
you will stand uctykahom at the open
doors? Far came to his senses, closed the door and
headed towards the traveler.                   
 - Who's there, Far? - young hobby
went to the door leading to the main tunnel
and stopped at the doorpost.                
 “Darling, this is...,” the hobbit was interrupted.  
 -  ABOUT!  Mrs. Tykk, I'm glad to see you in
in full health and beautiful
well-being,” the stranger stood up and low
bowed, because of his thinness he was
looks like a piece of paper
folded in half.                       
 - Maybe you can introduce us, Far
?-spreadingsaid in color
girl.                                
 - I would really like to know myself.
the name of the master,” Faramir folded his hands on
chest and longed for the traveler to deign
introduce yourself.                          
 A stranger caught on himself
interested glances of small people,
said: “If you absolutely want
find out my name, if you please.  My name is
Radagast."                              
 “Radagast?” Farah’s eyes widened, and
Zlata looked at him uncomprehendingly,
do you want to say that you are
cousin to the great Gandalf? - eyes
the hobbits were burning with desire to hear
positive answer.                    
 - Yes, yes! That's right! It's a surprise for me
What do you know at least something about me, - magician
(and now it was clear that this was a magician)
broke into a smile, creating in the corners
eyes have many wrinkles.                  
 - Well, of course! You were mentioned in the book
about grandfather Bilbo's campaign, you lived
not far from... what was his name? -Far
thought about it.                              
 “Beorn,” the cold air cut through
voice, Far and Radagast in sync
turned their heads in the direction from where
a voice came, there stood a young woman
hobby and held a scarlet book in her hands, -
get out of my house!                     
 “Madam, I didn’t want to...,”
the wizard looked guilty.- Get out!  And take this book! - Zlata
threw the manuscript at Bilbo and Frodo's feet
the elder and ran away to her place.                
 The magician remained motionless, one eyebrow
was haxmypeha with indignation, the second
raised in surprise. Far headed for
her to express your opinion about her
behavior.  He entered the bedroom and already
I wanted to speak sternly when I saw her
crying, lying face down, and immediately
went limp.  He walked up to her and put his hand
on your back.                               
 - Well, well... don't be upset, well
Why are you crying? - Faramim tried
make an understanding voice, this is from him
Some of them succeeded.   He could never
endure the sight of a crying Goldilocks, nor
now, not ever.         
 “So... it doesn’t happen...,” Zlata said with difficulty
she said through tears, “this is... not...
really...,” she calmed down a little, “in
one fine day comes some
crazy grandfather and begins to assert,
that everything that I thought was not true
once again there is the truth. And also - hobby
drooped again, - I am now ashamed of
to these crazy people for their behavior.     
 “No wonder!” Far helped her get up and
wiped away her tears, it always helped her, so
as she also acted in such moments
father, now let's go and apologize to
old man, okay?                         
 Zlata nodded in agreement and theywalked
back to the hallway. They found the old man
sitting in front of the fireplace.  Hobby wanted
was about to speak, but the magician raised
cautionary index finger,
which meant a request to remain silent.       
 - Come to me, gentlemen Tykku, -
A smile appeared on the old man’s face.         
 The hobbits came and only now
noticed an open book on his
knees.                                
 - Sit down and admire, -
the wizard took something out of his bag and
handed it to Zlata.     The girl took
a pointed object that from the beginning and
until the end he was half her height,
the item was slightly distorted.          
 -  What is this?  Dagger? - her eyes never
Haven't seen anything like it. The subject was
pearly white.                         
 “No!” the old man answered calmly, “this is
dragon tooth!                            
 Hobby's eyes widened, she wanted
to say something, but the magician interrupted her.      
 - Look, Zlata, and don’t say later that
I didn’t see it! - with these words Radagast
snapped his fingers and the staff standing in
the hallway flew into his hand. Zlata is not
couldn't say a word.  The magician said
magic words, little diamond,
the crowning staff with which Faramir
I didn’t notice it clearly at first glance
flashed and it began.                            

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