places on the forest-floor; but what made the noises he could not see.
The nastiest things they saw were the cobwebs: dark dense cobwebs with
threads extraordinarily thick, often stretched from tree to tree, or
tangled in the lower branches on either side of them. There were none
stretched across the path, but whether because some magic kept it
clear, or for what other reason they could not guess.
     It was not long before they grew to hate the forest as heartily as
they had hated the tunnels of the goblins, and it seemed to offer even
less hope of any ending. But they had to go on and on, long after they
were sick for a sight of the sun and of the sky, and longed for the
feel of wind on their faces. There was no movement of air down under
the forest-roof, and it was everlastingly still and dark and stuffy.
Even the dwarves felt it, who were used to tunnelling, and lived at
times for long whiles without the light of the sun; but the hobbit,
     

 The nights were the worst. It then became pitch-dark - not what you
call pitch-dark, but really pitch; so black
     Bilbo tried flapping his hand in front of his nose, but he could not
see it at all. Well, perhaps it is not true to say that they could see