The dwarves and Bilbo shouted and cheered. The rage of the wolves was
terrible to see, and the commotion they made filled all the forest.
Wolves are afraid of fire at all times, but this was a most horrible
and uncanny fire. If a spark got in their coats it stuck and burned
into them, and unless they rolled over quick they were soon all in
flames. Very soon all about the glade wolves were rolling over and
over to put out the sparks on their backs, while those that were
burning were running about howling and setting others alight, till
their own
     crying and yammering and looking for water.
     “What’s all this uproar in the forest tonight?” said the Lord of the
Eagles. He was sitting, black in the moonlight, on the top of a lonely
pinnacle of rock at the eastern edge of the mountains. “I hear wolves’
     Are the goblins at mischief in the woods?”
     He swept up into the air, and immediately two of his guards from the
rocks at either hand leaped up to follow him. They circled up in the
sky and looked down upon the ring of the Wargs, a tiny spot far far
below. But eagles have keen eyes and can see small things at a great
distance. The lord of the eagles of the Misty Mountains had eyes that
could look at the sun unblinking, and could see a rabbit moving on the