That same night, thirteen dwarves and one halfling slipped through the hidden door on the mountainside. Bilbo Baggins, a hobbit of the Contea, felt the heat before he saw the glow. His hand trembled on the hilt of a small elvish blade— Pungolo , it was named, for it glowed blue when Orcs were near. Now it remained dim. But something worse than Orcs waited below.
At the door, the dwarves pulled him out gasping. “Il tesoro?” Thorin demanded. lo.hobbit 2 la desolazione.di.smaug ita
Below, Smaug spread his wings. The great gates of Erebor exploded outward. Laketown’s lookouts saw a second dawn rise over the mountain—a red, hungry light. That same night, thirteen dwarves and one halfling
“Coraggio, Bilbo,” growled Thorin Scudodiquercia, his eyes reflecting the distant gold. “Remember your contract. One-fourteenth of the treasure, and all the bragging rights a burglar could want.” Now it remained dim