The HOBBIT: Episode 7 . Sorry, I'm late, but here it is: The HOBBIT Episode 7, Rivendell (by J.R.R. Tolkien)! This is not my best episode nor it is the most exciting or longest, but it is very important for the development of the story. In the next episode Bilbo and the dwarves will pass the Misty Mountains and be captured by goblins.
Hope you enjoy!
Bilbo, Gandalf and the dwarves stayed long in Rivendell, fourteen days at least and they found it hard to leave.
So the time came to midsummer eve, and they were to go on again with the early sun on midsummer night.
Their clothes were mended as well as their bruises, their tempers and their hopes. Their bags were filled with food and provisions light to carry but strong to bring them over the mountain passes and their plans were improved with the best advice.
The master of Rivendell was Elrond. He was as noble and as fair in face as an elf-lord, as strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves, and as kind as summer.
Elrond knew all about runes of every kind. That day he looked at the swords they had brought from the trolls' lair.
He said: "These are not troll-make. They are very old swords of the High Elves of the West, my kin. They were made in Gondolin for the Goblin-wars and must have come from a dragon's hoard or goblin plunder, for dragons and goblins destrosed that city many ages ago.
This, Thorin, the runes name Orcrist, the Goblin-cleaver in ancient language of Gondolin; it was a famous blade.
This, Gandalf, was Glamdring, Foe-hammer that the king of Gondolin once wore. Keep them well!"
"Whence did the trolls get them, I wonder?" said Thorin looking at his sword with new interest.
"I could not say," said Elrond, "but one may guess that they plundered other plunderers, or came on the remnants of old robberies in some hold in the mountains. I have heard that there are still forgotten treasures of old to be found in the deserted mines of Moria, since the dwarf and goblin war."
Thorin pondered these words. " I will keep this sword in honour," he said. "May it soon cleave goblins once again!"
"A wish that is likely to be granted soon enough in the mountains!" said Elrond. "But show me now the map."
He took it, gazed long at it, and went to the balcony.
The moon was shining in a broad silver crescent. He held up the map and the white light shone through it.
"What is this?" he said surprisedly. "There are moon-letters here beside the plain runes which say 'five feet high the door and three may walk abreast.
"What are moon-letters?" asked the hobbit full of excitement.
"Moon-letters are rune-letters, but you cannot see them," said Elrond "not when you look straight at them. They can only be seen when the moon shines behind them, and what is more, with the more cunning sort it must be a moon of the same shape and season as the day when they were written.
The dwarves invented them and wrote them with silver pens, as your friends could tell you. These must have been written on a midsummer's eve in a crescent moon, a long while ago."
"What do they say?" asked Gandalf, a bit vexed perhaps that even Elrond should have found this out first.
"Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks," read Elrond, "and the setting sun with the last light of Durin's Day will shine upon the key-hole."
"Durin, Durin!" said Thorin
"He was the father of the fathers of the eldest race of Dwarves, the Longbeards, and my first ancestor: I am his heir."
"Then what is Durin's Day?" asked Elrond.
"The first day of the dwarves' New Year," said Thorin, "is all should know the first day of the last moon of Autumn on the threshold of Winter.
We still call it Durin's Day when the last moon of Autumn and the sun are in the sky together. But this will not help us much, I fear, for it passes our skill in these days to guess when such a time will come again."
"That reminds me to be seen", said Gandalf "Is there any more writing?"
"None to be seen by this moon," said Elrond and gave the map back to Thorin.
And then they went down to the water to see the elves dance and sing upon the midsummer eve.
To be continued