When the giant eagles arrived above the scene, they discovered that something terrifying was happening under the cliff:

The fire-ridden wolves fled into the forest, but also caused wildfires to ignite the forest. It was midsummer at this moment, and there was no rain for a long time; soon, the dead trees, piles of pine needles, and yellowed branches and leaves were all burned.

In the forest outside this open space, many wild wolves who were not on fire were fleeing around in panic.

But even though the situation was so bad, the wolves still refused to leave the trees. They were so angry that they kept jumping and roaring under the trees, cursing the dwarfs in their terrifying beast language, their tongues hanging outside, and their eyes flashed with red light as fierce as flames.

Then, suddenly, the orcs rushed out with a roar. They thought the battle with the loggers had begun, but soon discovered the truth: the despicable dwarves who assassinated their leader were trapped on the branches of the big tree by the wolves!

Some orcs even sat down proudly and laughed, while others were waving their spears and hitting their shields with the handle. The orcs were not afraid of fire, and they quickly came up with an idea that was very interesting for them.

Some of the orcs concentrated all the wolves, some piled up leaves and dead branches under the trunks, while others went out to put out the fires, slamming and extinguishing all the flames, leaving only the flames close to the dwarves hiding near the trees, and they added many dead branches and fallen leaves around these flames.

Soon, the dwarf was surrounded by thick smoke and flames; the orcs did not allow these flames to spread out, but let them slowly narrow the range, and finally the flames began to lick the fuel under the tree.

Soon, this bad idea came up with the orcs worked.

Bilbo's eyes were hazy with smoke, and he could feel the temperature of the flames; in the thick smoke he could still vaguely see the orcs surrounding the campfire dancing like campers. Apart from the group of warriors dancing with spears and axes, the wolves stood far away, waiting for the good show in front of him to take place.

He could vaguely hear the orcs start singing a terrible ballad:

There are fifteen birds on the five trees.

The feathers sway in the strong wind!

These ridiculous little birds don’t even have wings!

What should we do with these ridiculous little things?

Grilled alive or stewed in a pot:

Fry the birds, or cook them while they are hot?

Then the orcs and the wild wolves stopped together: "Fly away, birds! If possible, fly away! Come down, birds, or you will be burned to death in the nest! Sing, sing the birds! Why don't you sing?"

"Go away! Children!" Gandalf shouted and replied, "This is not the time to play with fire. Naughty children who dare to play with fire will be punished!" He said this mainly to anger them and let them know that this place is not afraid of them; but in fact, the wizard still felt frightened. The other party didn't care at all and continued to sing:

Burn it, burn it all!

Smoke comes out, becomes charred! Turns into torches

Light up the night sky for us, yell!

Roast them and fry them all!

Let their beards set on fire and their eyes glow;

Make their hair smelly and their skin cracked,

Melting fat, burnt bones

Lying in the ashes, staring at the sky!

Dwarves should die like this.

Light up the night sky for us, haha!

Oh haha! Oh hhh!

Oh! As soon as the sound was finished, the flames burned to Gandalf's tree; in a moment, it spread to other trees. The bark caught fire and the branches underneath began to crack.

Gandalf immediately climbed to the highest point of the tree with his footsteps, and his staff began to emit a dazzling light like lightning. He was about to jump into the place where the orcs gathered. This might kill him, but his thunderous leap might kill many orcs. However, after waiting for a long time, he still did not jump down.

At that moment, the Eagle King swooped down from the sky, grabbed him with his claws, and disappeared among the clouds.

The orcs let out a harsh howl in anger and disappointment. The Eagle King sang loudly, while Gandalf was talking to him; the giant eagles walking with him swooped down again and rushed into the forest like huge black shadows.

The wolves gritted their teeth and roared, and the orcs stamped their feet in anger and threw their spears into the sky in vain. The giant eagle shuttled between them, and the powerful wind pushed them to the ground, or staggered backwards, tearing the orcs into the faces; the other giant eagles flew near the treetops and rescued the dwarves who had ventured to climb to the highest point.

Poor little Bilbo was almost left in place again this time! Fortunately, he finally had time to grab Dori's legs, because he was the last one to be taken away. They just got out of the flames and the chaotic scene, and Bilbo was shaking in the air, feeling his arms were about to break in half.

On the ground not far away, the orcs and wild wolves were running around in the forest, and several giant eagles were still hovering on the battlefield. The flames on the tree suddenly rushed up, swallowing the entire tree in an instant, and Bilbo almost couldn't escape this disaster!

Soon, the fire below became faint, becoming a blurred red light on the black ground. They were already in the sky, circling and flying upwards. Bilbo would never forget the horrible experience of grabbing Dori's ankle this time. He wailed: "My hand, my hand!" But Dori shouted: "Ouch! My legs, my legs!"

Even at the strongest time, Bilbo was very sensitive to heights, and even a small cliff would make him feel dazzled; he didn't like ladders, let alone climb trees (because he didn't need to hide from evil wolves before). Therefore, you can imagine how uncomfortable he felt when he saw the river and mountains below and the black forest listed!

The pale peaks of the mountains were getting closer and closer, and the rocks illuminated by the moonlight protruded between the black shadows. Whether it was summer or not, they looked trembling. He closed his eyes, not knowing whether he could continue to hold on, and then he began to imagine what would happen if he couldn't hold on - he felt nauseous.

For him, the flight was over, and his hands could no longer support him. He gasped and let go of Dori's ankles, landed on the rugged rocky ground of the giant eagle's nest, and lay there without saying a word; the scene of his life seemed to pass away from his eyes. On the one hand, he was surprised that he could escape this disaster, and on the other hand, he was worried that he would accidentally roll down and fall into the valley.

After three consecutive days of amazing adventure and the fact that his grain of rice had not entered, his head began to feel a little uncomfortable, and he kept silent and complained loudly: "I only then did I realize how it felt to pick up the bacon from the oil pan with a fork and put it back on the rack!"

"No, you don't know!" He heard Dori answer: "Because Bacon knew that he would always return to the pan sooner or later, but we prayed that it would be best not to. Moreover, the Big Eagle is not a fork!"

"Oh, no! It's not like sand at all - no, I mean a fork!" Bilbo stood up and looked at the giant eagle perched next to him. He didn't know what stupid things he had said just now, nor did he know if the giant eagles would care. When you are the size of a Hobbit and are in the giant eagle's nest, it's best not to be rude to them!

The big eagle just polished its giant beak on the rock and combed its feathers, not paying much attention to the two live treasures in front of it.

Soon, another giant eagle flew over. "The Eagle King ordered you to take the prisoners to the cliff," it shouted and flew away again. The eagle in the nest captured Dorie and flew out, leaving Bilbo alone in his place. He only had a little strength to think about what the "captive" meant, and worried that he would be eaten alive like a rabbit later. The giant eagle flew back, grabbed his coat, and flew out of the nest again. This time, he only flew for a short distance, and soon, the trembling Bilbo was put down and stood beside the rock wall on the edge of the mountain. There was no other way to get there except to fly, unless he jumped down desperately, otherwise there would be no other way to leave here. Here, he found that everyone was sitting against the rock wall, and the Eagle King was talking to Gandalf.

In Bilbo's opinion, they would not be eaten this time. The wizard and the Eagle King seemed to have had a deal with each other before, and even had some friendship. In fact, Gandalf, who often traveled in the mountains, had helped these eagles to cure the arrow wounds of their leaders. Therefore, you also understand that the so-called "captives" are "captives rescued from the orcs", rather than the captives of the giant eagle. Bilbo listened to Gandalf's conversation and realized that they could finally leave this terrible mountain range once and for all. He was discussing with the Eagle King how to send him and Bilbo away, let them fly across the plains and return to the originally planned road.

The Eagle King was not willing to send them near any place where there were people. "They would shoot us with a huge yew bow," it said. "Because they would think we wanted to catch their sheep. In fact, they were not wrong, no! We were happy to destroy the orcs' plans, and we were happy to repay you, but we were unwilling to risk our lives to fly across the southern plains for the dwarves."

"Well," said Gandalf, "then send us to the farthest place you are willing to go! We owe you a lot, but we are so hungry now!"

"I'm almost starving!" poor Bilbo whispered, and no one else heard it.

"Maybe we can help with this!" said the Eagle King.

Soon, a raging flame rose beside the rock wall, and the dwarves gathered to bake, and the food was filled with aroma. The giant eagles sent dry branches, rabbits and a lamb. The dwarves were responsible for cooking these foods, and Bilbo, who was weak all over, could not help. Moreover, he had long been used to the butcher preparing everything, and he only needed to cook vegetables, and he could not do skinning at all. Because Ouyin and Groyin lost the turquoise box, Gandalf had responsibly set the fire aside and rested (the dwarves were not used to using matches until then).

Therefore, the adventure of the Mist Mountains ended. Soon, Bilbo's stomach felt the long-lost feeling of fullness again. Although he prefers bread and butter, the barbecue with branches is not too bad.

Therefore, he felt a sensation coming, curled up in a ball, and fell asleep on the hard rocky ground, and this time he felt as comfortable as sleeping in the feather bed at home. However, throughout the night, he dreamed that he was searching every room in the room, searching for an item that he didn't remember what it looked like.

....

The next morning, Bilbo woke up with the front line of sunlight. He jumped up and was about to look at the clock, picked up the pot and wanted to boil water--but found that he was not at home at all.

So, the poor little Hobbit left his hometown could only sit down in frustration. It seemed that his idea of ​​"washing face and brushing teeth" in the Shire, the place he called home, had also failed. Of course, there was no toast, bacon or hot tea for breakfast, only cold lamb and rabbit meat. After that, he had to set off again with energy.

This time, they were allowed to climb onto the back of the giant eagle and grab the feathers between their wings; the cold wind blew across his face, and he couldn't help but close his eyes. When fifteen giant eagles took off from the edge of the cliff, the dwarves shouted loudly and promised to repay the Eagle King as long as they had the chance.

The sun was still not far from the horizon. It was a cold morning, with mist wrapping around the peaks and the valleys below. Bilbo opened his eyes and looked at the scene in front of him. He found that the big bird was flying very high, and he was far from the ground, and even the mountains were left behind. He closed his eyes again, and did not dare to let go even if he died.

"Don't pinch!" said the giant eagle under his crotch: "Even if you look like a little rabbit, you don't need to be as timid as them. The weather is good this morning and there is no wind. What can be more comfortable than soaring in the sky?"

Bilbo originally wanted to answer: "Take a good hot bath and have a big meal on the grass!" However, he thought he would rather not talk too much, so he let go of his tight hands a little.

After a while, the giant eagles began to slowly circling and descend; they circled for a long time, and finally the Hobbit opened their eyes again. The ground was closer, and there were many plants that looked like oak and elm, and there was a wide grass between them, a river that crossed the place.

However, by the river stands a huge rock that is almost like a hill, as if it is the last guard of the distant mountains, or like a large rock thrown out by the world's tallest giant.

Soon, the giant eagles landed one by one on the giant rock and put down the passengers on them.

"Goodbye!" They tweeted: "No matter how you live, I hope you can return to the nest safely in the end!" This is how the giant eagles say goodbye to each other.

"May the strong wind under your wings allow you to soar to the hometown of the sun and the end of the moon..." Gandalf knew how to answer the other person's goodbye.

They separated like this. Although the Eagle King later became the King of Birds, wearing a golden crown on his head, and the fifteen kings and princes under him were paired with golden collars (all made of gold given to them by the dwarves), Bilbo never saw them again, the only exception was a glance at the high altitude during the Battle of the Five Armies. However, this happened at the end of the story and is not in a hurry to discuss it.
Chapter completed!