But in the evening when the dusk came on and the peaks of the mountains glowered against the sunset they made a camp and set a guard, and most of them slept uneasily with dreams in which there came the howl of hunting wolves and the cries of goblins.
I’m currently reading The Hobbit to my son. I’ve read the book, at least, three times before, but maybe reading it aloud makes me pay attention to every part equally. This little bit snipped above is just an example of the awesome foreboding Tolkien pores on as the company makes their way to Mirkwood.
P.S. I took my son to see The Hobbit this weekend and, for the most part, we really liked it. My only quibble with the film is the expanding of the story outside the original scope of the book. This makes Bilbo share the stage with the larger events around him instead of it being seen from mostly his perspective: A little Hobbit on a big adventure. It’s hard to judge the movie though since it’s only part of the full story.