The Hobbit
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In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit….
Bilbo was sitting in the sun enjoining his pipe when a tall old man appeared with a staff. He has a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey clock and a silver scarf over which his long white beared hung down below his waist, and immense black boots.
“Good morning!” said bilbo
“What do you mean? “ He said
“Do you wish me a good morning of mean that it is a good morning?
“All of them at once” said bilbo while blowing a beautiful grey ring of smoke that sailed up into the air without breaking and floated away over The Hill.
“Very pretty!” said Gandalf “But I have no time to blow smoke-rings. I am looking for someone to share in an adventure but it’s very difficult to find anyone.”
I should think so – in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner! Can’t think what anybody sees in them,” said Mr Baggings..
“Good morning!” he said at last “We don’t want any adventures here, thank you! You might try over The Hill” by this he meant that the conversation was at an end.
“What a lot of things you use Good morning for. I think you need an adventure!
“I beg your pardon, I haven’t asked for anything!”
“Yes you have! I will give it to you and send you on this adventure.”
“Sorry! I don’t want any adventures, thank you. Not today. Good morning! But please come to tea – any time you like! Why not tomorrow? Come tomorrow! Goodbye!
When the door closed Gandalf scratched a queer sign on the hobbit’s beautiful green front-door.
The next day Bilbo had forgotten The Old man until there came a tremendous ring on the front-door bell, Bilbo was just sitting down to a second breakfast when the tremendous ring sounded through his home.
"Oh, mercy me, I forgot!" He said, just remembering his appointment with Gandalf.
"If the dratted wizard pulls any harder on my bell pull, he'll rip it right off," He said, as he bumbled toward the stove, putting on a kettle and then quickly setting out and extra of everything. Bilbo then shuffled down the hall to his door.
He was about to apologise for keeping Gandalf waiting but when he pulled the door open, a dwarf stood there. He was wearing a gold belt and dark green hood. Biblo alos took note of the dwarf exceptionally bright eyes. The dwarf walked in and hung his hood upon one of the hooks in the hall and turned 'round to face Bilbo.
"Dwalin at your service!" He said with a low bow.
"Bilbo Baggins at yours!" the hobbit said too surprised to ask any questions at the moment.
"I'm just about to have tea; pray come and have some with me. " Bilbo said, perhaps a titch too stiffly, but wouldn't you as well if some strange dwarf came unannounced into your house?
Before they were able to reach the third cake there was another loud ringing.
"Excuse me!" Bilbo said jumping up.
"So you've got here at last!" Was what Bilbo was going to say to Gandalf, but it wasn't Gandalf. It was a very old looking dwarf on the step with a white beard and scarlet hood. He too, hopped inside as though he been expected...
Well, this certainly looks like the place. And there's Gandalf's sign!
Stepping up, Balin took hold of the gleaming brass knocker, and knocked loudly three times. The door was opened all in a rush, and the person behind it, a short, stout, and hairy toed person, stared at him with an exclamation dying on his lips. Now really, this can't be the burglar, was Balin's first thought. But, in the interests of being polite, he walked in, and hung his hood up, as his host was mouthing soundlessly.
"I see they have begun to arrive already," he said casually. Sweeping a low bow he said, "Balin at your service!"
"Thank you!" said the plump person with a gasp. Well, he's not very well mannered at any rate.
"Come along in, and have some tea!" Maybe he is a good chap after all.
Dwarves are not such people that would refuse an offer of food. "A little beer would suit me better, if it is all the same to you, my good sir. But I don't mind some cake - seed cake, if you have any."
"Lots!" His host said in a surprised tone, and scuttled off. What a good little fellow! Quite decent. Balin went and sat down with his brother Dwalin at the table.
"Oh Mercy me..." Bilbo said more to himself than anyone else, seeing as the two dwarves were already chattering away about things Bilbo had certainly never heard of.
He wiped his forehead with one of his many silk handkerchiefs. Bilbo was ready to pour himself a bit of tea when the bell rang again and once more he found himself shuffling down the hall.
"I'm sure it'll be Gandalf," He said pulling his door open...
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When asked if she really had nothing on in her famous calendar photgraph of the early 1950s, Marilyn Monroe, her eyes widening, purred,"I had the radio on."
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It was not Gandalf, it was two more dwarfs, both with blue hoods, silver belts, and yellow beared; and each of them carried a bag of tools and a spade. In they hopped, as soon as the door began to open- Bilbo was hardly surprised at all.
“What can I do for you, my dwarves?’ he said.
Kili at your service!’ said one. “ And Fili’ added the over; and they both swept off their blue hoods and bowed.
“At yours and your family’s!’ replied Bilbo, remembering his manners this time.
Dwalin and Balin here already, I see,” said Kili. “Let us join the throng!”
“Throng!” thought Mr Baggins. “I don’t like the sound of that. I really must sit down for a minute and collect my wits, and have a drink.” He had only just had a sip- in the corner, while the four dwarves sat round the table, and talked about mines and gold and troubles with goblins, and the depredation of dragons, and lots of over things which he did not understand, and not want to, for they sounded much too adventurous-when, ding-dong-a-ling-dang, his bell rang again, as if some naughty little hobbit-boy was trying to pull the handle off.
“Someone at the door1” he said, blinking.
“Some four, I should say by the sound, “ said Fili. “Besides, we saw them coming along behind us in the distance.”
The poor little hobbit sat down in the hall and put his head in his hands, and wondered what had happened, and what was going to happen, and whether they would all stay to supper. Then the bell rang again louder than ever and he had to run to the door..
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It was not four at all, it was five. Another dwarf had come along while he was wondering in the hall. He had hardly turned the knob, before they were all inside, bowing and saying “at your service” one after another. Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin and Gloin were their names; and very soon two purple hoods, a grey hood, a brown hood, and a white hood were hanging on the pegs, and off they marched with their broad hands stuck in their gold and silver belts to join the others. Already it had almost become a throng. Some called for ale, and some for porter, and one for coffee, and all of them for cakes; so the hobbit was kept very busy for a while.
A big jug of coffee had just been set in the heart, the seed-cakes were gone, and the dwarves were starting on a round of buttered scones, when there came-a loud knock. Not a ring, but a hard rat-tat on the hobbit’s beautiful green door. Some-body was banging with a stick!
Bilbo rushed along the passage, very angry, and altogether bewildered and bewuthered- this was the most awkward Wednesday he ever remembered. He pulled open the door with a jerk, and they all fell in, one on top of the other. More dwarves, four more! And there was Gandalf behind, leaning on his staff and laughing. He had made quite a dent on the beautiful door; he had also, by the way, knocked out the secret mark that he had put there the morning before.
“Carefully! Carefully!” he said. “It is not like you, Bilbo, to keep friends waiting on the mat, and then open the door like a pop-gun! Let me introduce Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, and especially Thorin!”
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At your service! Said Bifur, Borur and Bombur standing in a row. Then they hung up two yellow and a pale green one; and also a sky blue one with a long silver tassel. This last one belonged to Thorin, an enprmously important dwarf, in fact no other than the great Thorin Oakenshield himself, who was not at all pleased at falling flat on bilbo’s mat with Bifur, Bofur and Bombur on top of him. For one thing Bombur was immensely fat and heavey.
Mr Baggins said he was sorry so many times, that at last he grunted “pray don’t mention it, “ and stopped
Gandalf stood and said
“Now we are all here! Quite a merry gathering! I hope there is something left for the latecomers to eat and drink!
After eating and playing some music the group got down to business Bilbo learned that the group was after a Burglar to help them steal some dragons treasure. The plan was to travel passed the old ruins of dale- the old town continue to the lonely mountain and from their find and enter a secret passage that should lead them directly to the dragons treasure.
After agreeing to join the group for a 1/14th share of the treasure + travel expenses the group retired for the night but not before leaving Bilbo with their orders for breakfast.
The next day when bilbo awoke it was late..
Bilbo was just sitting down to a nice second breakfast, when in walked Gandalf.
The Hobbit
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