true: that we should give you little. I would reward you most richly
of all.”
     “Very kind of you,” said Bilbo. “But really it is a relief to me. How
on earth should I have got all that treasure home without war and
murder all along the way, I don’t know. And I don’t know what I should
have done with it when I got home. I am sure it is better in your
hands.” In the end he would only take two small chests, one filled
with silver, and the other with gold, such as one strong pony could
carry. “That will be quite as much as I can manage,” said he.
     At last the time came for him to say good-bye to his friends.
“Farewell, Balin!” he said; “and farewell, Dwalin; and farewell Dori,
Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur! May your beards never
grow thin!” And turning towards the Mountain he added: “Farewell
Thorin Oakenshield! And Fili and Kili! May your memory never fade!”
     Then the dwarves bowed low before their Gate, but words stuck in their
throats. “Good-bye and good luck, wherever you fare!” said Balin at
last. “If ever you visit us again, when our halls are made fair once
more, then the feast shall indeed be splendid!”
     “If ever you are passing my way,” said Bilbo, “don’t wait to knock!
Tea is at four; but any of you are welcome at any time!”