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laughter or song or sound of harps, and the pride and hopes which had
stirred in their hearts at the singing of old songs by the lake died
away to a plodding gloom. They knew that they were drawing near to the
end of their journey, and that it might be a very horrible end. The land
about them grew bleak and barren, though once, as Thorin told them, it
had been green and fair. There was little grass, and before long there
was neither bush nor tree, and only broken and blackened stumps to speak
of ones long vanished. They were come to the Desolation of the Dragon,
and they were come at the waning of the year.
They reached the skirts of the Mountain all the same without meeting
any danger or any sign of the Dragon other than the wilderness he had
made about his lair. The Mountain lay dark and silent before them and
ever higher above them. They made their first camp on the western side