Or will you be flying?
     Your ponies are straying!
     The daylight is dying!
     To fly would be folly,
     To stay would be jolly
     And listen and hark
     Till the end of the dark
     to our tune
     ha! ha.’”
     So they laughed and sang in the trees; and pretty fair nonsense I
daresay you think it. Not that they would care they would only laugh
all the more if you told them so. They were elves of course. Soon
Bilbo caught glimpses of them as the darkness deepened. He loved
elves, though he seldom met them; but he was a little
     Even decent enough dwarves like Thorin and his friends think them
foolish (which is a very foolish thing to think), or get annoyed with
them. For some
     “Well, well!” said a voice. “Just look! Bilbo the hobbit on a pony, my
dear! Isn’t it delicious!”
     “Most astonishing wonderful!”