์ด๋ฑํ์๋ ํ์ฐฝ ๋ฐ์ง์ ์ ์ ์ข์ํด์ ์๋ํ๋ค๊ฐ ํผ์์ญ์จ์ด ๋๋ฌด ์ฌ๋ฐ๋ ๊ด๊ณ๋ก ํฌ๊ธฐํ์๋๋ฐ ์ด์ฐ์ ์ฐ ๋ช ๊ด๋
์ด ์ง๋ ์ง๊ธ ์ฝ๊ฒ ๋์๋ค. ๋ฐ์ง์ ์ ์์ ์์ง๋ ์ข์ํ์ง๋ง ์ด์ ์ผ ์์์ ์ฝ๋ค๋? ์ถ๊ณ ๋์ด ๋๋๊น ์๊ฐ๋ณด๋ค ํจ์ฌ ์์ํ๊ฒ ์ฝํ์ ๊น์ง ๋๋๋ค. ๊ทธ๋ฅ ์ด๋ฉ์ด ์ฝ์ ๋์ด๋๊ฐ ์๋์๋ ๊ฑธ๋ก~ใ
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๊ทธ๋๋ ์ ๋ง ์ ์์ฝํ๋๋ฐ
์๋ฌดํผ ์ํ๋ ๋ค๋ฅธ ์ ๋น๊ตํด๊ฐ๋ฉฐ ์ฝ๊ธฐ ์ฌ๋ฏธ์์๋ค.
Quite suddenly Dori, now at the back again carrying Bilbo, was grabbed from behind in the dark. He shouted and fell; and the hobbit rolled off his shoulders into the blackness, bumped his head on hard roc, and remembered nothing more.
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Deep down here by the dark water lived old Gollum, a small slimy creature. I don’t know where he came from, nor who or what he was. He was Gollum-as dark as darkness, except for two big round pale eyes in his thin face.
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๊ณจ๋ฃธ๋ ์ค๋๋ง์ ๋ณด๋๊น ๋ฐ๊ฐ์..ใ ใ ใ
Bilbo never forgot that flight, clinging onto Dori’s ankles. He moaned “my arms, my arms!”; but Dori groaned “my poor legs, my poor legs!”
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์๊ฒจ์
“Farewell!” they cried, “wherever you fare, till your eyries receive you at the journey’s end!” That’s the polite thing to say among eagles.
“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks,” answered Gandalf, who knew the correct reply.
Eagles farewell=๊ฐ์ง
์ค๊ฐ์ ๋น๋ณด ์ท์ ๋จ์ถ ์๋๊ฑฐ ๋ถํธํดํ๋๊ฒ ์๊ธฐ๋ค. ์ํ๋ก๊ทธ์์ ๊ธ์ ๋จ์ถ ๋ฌ๊ณ ์๋๊ฑฐ ๊ฐ์กฐํด์ฃผ๋๊ฑฐ ์๊ฐํ๋ฉด ๋ ์๊น
๋ ์ดํฌํ์ด ์์ฃผ ์์ค์์๋ ์น์ ๊น์ง๋ ์๋์ง๋ง ์ํ๋งํผ ๋์๊ฒ ๋ํ์ง๋ ์๊ณ ๊ฝค ์ ์ฑ๊ฒจ์ค ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ค๋๋์ผ์ ๋ ์ํด์ง
Arkenstone!! ๊ธฐ๋ํ๋๋ฐ ๋ง์ด ์๋์ด
It was the Arkenstone, the Heart of the Mountain. So Bilbo guessed from Thorin’s description; but indeed there could not be two such gems, even in so marvellous ahoard, even in all the world. Ever as he climbed, the same white gleam had shone before him and drawn his feet towards it. Slowly it grew a little globe of pallid light. Now as he came near, it was tinged with flickering sparkle of many colours at the surface, reflected and splintered from the wavering light of his torch. At last he looked down upon it, and he caught his breath. The great jewel shone before his feet of its own inner light, and yet, cut and fashioned by the dwarves, who had dug it from the heart of the mountain long ago, it took all light that fell upon it and chaned it into ten thousand sparks of white radiance shot with glints of the rainbow.
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Then suddenly a great light appeared in the low place in the hills and the northern end of the lake turned golden.
“The King beneath the Mountain!” they shouted. “His wealth is like the Sun, his silver like a fountain, his rivers golden run! The river is running gold from the Mountain!”
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If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it now. Farewell!
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์๋ฆฐ…ใ
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๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ๋ด ์ต์ ๋ฐ๋๋ 10์ค์ ๋จ์์๋ค
๋ถ๋ ์ ๋ง ์..์…
์ฝ๊ฐ ํธ๋น์ ์ผ์ด์ค๋ ์ํ๊ฐ ์์ค๋ณด๋ค ๋ ๊ธธ์ด์ ์คํ๋ ค ์์์์ ๋ ๋ถ๋์ด ์๋ค. ๊ทผ๋ฐ ์ ๋ง ์ ์ ์ ์ฝํ๊ณ ์ด์ ๋ ๋๋ง์ ๋ฐ์ ํธ๋ฆด ์๋ํ ์ฐจ๋ก! ๋ ๊ณจ๋ผ์ค๊ฐ ๋ณด๊ณ ์ถ๋ค!!
