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<DIV>need mine. I am not over fond of dwarves; but if it is true you are<BR>
Thorin (son of Thrain, son of Thror, I believe), and that your companion<BR>
is respectable, and that you are enemies of goblins and are not up to<BR>
any mischief in my lands-what are you up to, by the way? They are on<BR>
their way to visit the land of their fathers, away east beyond<BR>
Mirkwood, put in Gandalf, and it is entirely an accident that we are<BR>
in your lands at all. We were crossing by the High Pass that should have<BR>
brought us to the road that lies to the south of your country, when we<BR>
were attacked by the evil goblins-as I was about to tell you. Go on<BR>
telling, then! said Beorn, who was never very polite. There was a<BR>
terrible storm; the stone-giants were out hurling rocks, and at the head<BR>
of the pass we took refuge in a cave, the hob bit and I and several of<BR>
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