More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
By the time he had got all the bottles and dishes and knives and forks and glasses and plates and spoons and things piled up on big trays, he was getting very hot, and red in the face, and annoyed.
That’s what Bilbo Baggins hates! So, carefully! carefully with the plates!
Bilbo stood still and watched—he loved smoke-rings—and then he blushed to think how proud he had been yesterday morning of the smoke-rings he had sent up the wind over The Hill.
Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.
may the hair on his toes never fall out! all praise to his wine and ale!—”
a journey from which some of us, or perhaps all of us (except our friend and counsellor, the ingenious wizard Gandalf) may never return.
Old Took’s great-grand-uncle Bullroarer, who was so huge (for a hobbit) that he could ride a horse.
He charged the ranks of the goblins of Mount Gram in the Battle of the Green Fields, and knocked their king Golfimbul’s head clean off with a wooden club. It sailed a hundred yards through the air and went down a rabbit-hole, and in this way the battle was won and the game of Golf invented at the same moment.
I found him a prisoner in the dungeons of the Necromancer.”
In those days of our tale there were still some people who had both elves and heroes of the North for ancestors,
Evil things did not come into that valley.
You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.
And that was the last time that they used the ponies, packages, baggages, tools and paraphernalia that they had brought with them.
He wished again and again for his nice bright hobbit-hole. Not for the last time.
It burned with a rage that made it gleam if goblins were about;
Gandalf thought of most things; and though he could not do everything, he could do a great deal for friends in a tight corner.
But all night he dreamed of his own house and wandered in his sleep into all his different rooms looking for something that he could not find nor remember what it looked like.
except high and far off in the battle of Five Armies. But as that comes in at the end of this tale we will say no more about it just now.
don’t mention the word furrier again
but perhaps you have heard of my good cousin Radagast who lives near the Southern borders of Mirkwood?”
land of the Necromancer;
the dragon was dead.