The forest was grim and silent, but obviously he had first of all to look for his friends, who were not likely to be very far off, unless they had been made prisoners by the elves (or worse things). "I will give you a name," he said to it, "and I shall call you Sting."Īfter that he set out to explore. He felt a different person, and much fiercer and bolder in spite of an empty stomach, as he wiped his sword on the grass and put it back into its sheath. Somehow the killing of the giant spider, all alone by himself in the dark without the help of the wizard or the dwarves or of anyone else, made a great difference to Mr. The spider lay dead beside him, and his sword-blade was stained black. There was the usual dim grey light of the forest-day about him when he came to his senses. Then it went mad and leaped and danced and flung out its legs in horrible jerks, until he killed it with another stroke and then he fell down and remembered nothing more for a long while. Bilbo came at it before it could disappear and struck it with his sword right in the eyes. Bilbo Baggins who had a cosy and unambitious life in his hobbit-hole is taken away by. Online reading The Hobbit and summary + reviews.
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The spider evidently was not used to things that carried such stings at their sides, or it would have hurried away quicker. Seldom has any book been so widely read and loved as J.R.R. Read book The Hobbit online free by author J.R.R. Then the spider jumped back, and he had time to cut his legs loose. He beat the creature off with his hands-it was trying to poison him to keep him quiet, as small spiders do to flies-until he remembered his sword and drew it out. As it was, he had a desperate fight before he got free. Soon he would not have been able to move at all. It was lucky that he had come to his senses in time. He could only see the things's eyes, but he could feel its hairy legs as it struggled to wind its abominable threads round and round him. Then the great spider, who had been busy tying him up while he dozed, came from behind him and came at him. Something like a strong sticky string was against his left hand, and when he tried to move he found that his legs were already wrapped in the same stuff, so that when he got up he fell over. He was deep in thoughts of bacon and eggs and toast and butter when he felt something touch him. So he sat himself down with his back to a tree, and not for the last time fell to thinking of his far-distant hobbit-hole with its beautiful pantries. But he soon made up his mind that it was no good trying to do anything till day came with some little light, and quite useless to go blundering about tiring himself out with no hope of any breakfast to revive him. That was one of his most miserable moments.
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