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Hobbit
In
a
hole
in
the
ground
there
lived
a
hobbit
.
Not
a
nasty
,
dirty
,
wet
hole
,
filled
with
the
ends
of
worms
and
an
oozy
smell
,
nor
yet
a
dry
,
bare
,
sandy
hole
with
nothing
in
it
to
sit
down
on
or
to
eat
:
it
was
a
hobbit-hole
,
and
that
means
comfort
.
It
had
a
perfectly
round
door
like
a
porthole
,
painted
green
,
with
a
shiny
yellow
brass
knob
in
the
exact
middle
.
The
door
opened
on
to
a
tube-shaped
hall
like
a
tunnel
:
a
very
comfortable
tunnel
without
smoke
,
with
panelled
walls
,
and
floors
tiled
and
carpeted
,
provided
with
polished
chairs
,
and
lots
and
lots
of
pegs
for
hats
and
coats
-
the
hobbit
was
fond
of
visitors
.
The
tunnel
wound
on
and
on
,
going
fairly
but
not
quite
straight
into
the
side
of
the
hill
-
The
Hill
,
as
all
the
people
for
many
miles
round
called
it
-
and
many
little
round
doors
opened
out
of
it
,
first
on
one
side
and
then
on
another
.
No
going
upstairs
for
the
hobbit
:
bedrooms
,
bathrooms
,
cellars
,
pantries
(
lots
of
these
)
,
wardrobes
(
he
had
whole
rooms
devoted
to
clothes
)
,
kitchens
,
dining-rooms
,
all
were
on
the
same
floor
,
and
indeed
on
the
same
passage
.
The
best
rooms
were
all
on
the
left-hand
side
(
going
in
)
,
for
these
were
the
only
ones
to
have
windows
,
deep-set
round
windows
looking
over
his
garden
and
meadows
beyond
,
sloping
down
to
the
river
.
This
hobbit
was
a
very
well-to-do
hobbit
,
and
his
name
was
Baggins
.
The
Bagginses
had
lived
in
the
neighbourhood
of
The
Hill
for
time
out
of
mind
,
and
people
considered
them
very
respectable
,
not
only
because
most
of
them
were
rich
,
but
also
because
they
never
had
any
adventures
or
did
anything
unexpected
:
you
could
tell
what
a
Baggins
would
say
on
any
question
without
the
bother
of
asking
him
.
This
is
a
story
of
how
a
Baggins
had
an
adventure
,
found
himself
doing
and
saying
things
altogether
unexpected
.
He
may
have
lost
the
neighbours
'
respect
,
but
he
gained-well
,
you
will
see
whether
he
gained
anything
in
the
end
.
The
mother
of
our
particular
hobbit
...
what
is
a
hobbit
?
I
suppose
hobbits
need
some
description
nowadays
,
since
they
have
become
rare
and
shy
of
the
Big
People
,
as
they
call
us
.
They
are
(
or
were
)
a
little
people
,
about
half
our
height
,
and
smaller
than
the
bearded
Dwarves
.
Hobbits
have
no
beards
.
There
is
little
or
no
magic
about
them
,
except
the
ordinary
everyday
sort
which
helps
them
to
disappear
quietly
and
quickly
when
large
stupid
folk
like
you
and
me
come
blundering
along
,
making
a
noise
like
elephants
which
they
can
hear
a
mile
off
.
They
are
inclined
to
be
at
in
the
stomach
;
they
dress
in
bright
colours
(
chiefly
green
and
yellow
)
;
wear
no
shoes
,
because
their
feet
grow
natural
leathery
soles
and
thick
warm
brown
hair
like
the
stuff
on
their
heads
(
which
is
curly
)
;
have
long
clever
brown
fingers
,
good-natured
faces
,
and
laugh
deep
fruity
laughs
(
especially
after
dinner
,
which
they
have
twice
a
day
when
they
can
get
it
)
.
Now
you
know
enough
to
go
on
with
.
As
I
was
saying
,
the
mother
of
this
hobbit
-
of
Bilbo
Baggins
,
that
is
-
was
the
fabulous
Belladonna
Took
,
one
of
the
three
remarkable
daughters
of
the
Old
Took
,
head
of
the
hobbits
who
lived
across
The
Water
,
the
small
river
that
ran
at
the
foot
of
The
Hill
.
It
was
often
said
(
in
other
families
)
that
long
ago
one
of
the
Took
ancestors
must
have
taken
a
fairy
wife
.
That
was
,
of
course
,
absurd
,
but
certainly
there
was
still
something
not
entirely
hobbit-like
about
them
,
-
and
once
in
a
while
members
of
the
Took-clan
would
go
and
have
adventures
.
They
discreetly
disappeared
,
and
the
family
hushed
it
up
;
but
the
fact
remained
that
the
Tooks
were
not
as
respectable
as
the
Bagginses
,
though
they
were
undoubtedly
richer
.
Not
that
Belladonna
Took
ever
had
any
adventures
after
she
became
Mrs.
Bungo
Baggins
.
Bungo
,
that
was
Bilbo
's
father
,
built
the
most
luxurious
hobbit-hole
for
her
(
and
partly
with
her
money
)
that
was
to
be
found
either
under
The
Hill
or
over
The
Hill
or
across
The
Water
,
and
there
they
remained
to
the
end
of
their
days
.
Still
it
is
probable
that
Bilbo
,
her
only
son
,
although
he
looked
and
behaved
exactly
like
a
second
edition
of
his
solid
and
comfortable
father
,
got
something
a
bit
queer
in
his
makeup
from
the
Took
side
,
something
that
only
waited
for
a
chance
to
come
out
.
The
chance
never
arrived
,
until
Bilbo
Baggins
was
grown
up
,
being
about
fifty
years
old
or
so
,
and
living
in
the
beautiful
hobbit-hole
built
by
his
father
,
which
I
have
just
described
for
you
,
until
he
had
in
fact
apparently
settled
down
immovably
.
By
some
curious
chance
one
morning
long
ago
in
the
quiet
of
the
world
,
when
there
was
less
noise
and
more
green
,
and
the
hobbits
were
still
numerous
and
prosperous
,
and
Bilbo
Baggins
was
standing
at
his
door
after
breakfast
smoking
an
enormous
long
wooden
pipe
that
reached
nearly
down
to
his
woolly
toes
(
neatly
brushed
)
-
Gandalf
came
by
.
Gandalf
!
If
you
had
heard
only
a
quarter
of
what
I
have
heard
about
him
,
and
I
have
only
heard
very
little
of
all
there
is
to
hear
,
you
would
be
prepared
for
any
sort
I
of
remarkable
tale
.
Tales
and
adventures
sprouted
up
all
over
the
place
wherever
he
went
,
in
the
most
extraordinary
fashion
.
He
had
not
been
down
that
way
under
The
Hill
for
ages
and
ages
,
not
since
his
friend
the
Old
Took
died
,
in
fact
,
and
the
hobbits
had
almost
forgotten
what
he
looked
like
.
He
had
been
away
over
The
Hill
and
across
The
Water
on
business
of
his
own
since
they
were
all
small
hobbit-boys
and
hobbit-girls
.
All
that
the
unsuspecting
Bilbo
saw
that
morning
was
an
old
man
with
a
staff
.
He
had
a
tall
pointed
blue
hat
,
a
long
grey
cloak
,
a
silver
scarf
over
which
a
white
beard
hung
down
below
his
waist
,
and
immense
black
boots
.
"
Good
morning
!
"
said
Bilbo
,
and
he
meant
it
.
The
sun
was
shining
,
and
the
grass
was
very
green
.
But
Gandalf
looked
at
him
from
under
long
bushy
eyebrows
that
stuck
out
further
than
the
brim
of
his
shady
hat
.
"
What
do
you
mean
?
"
be
said
.
"
Do
you
wish
me
a
good
morning
,
or
mean
that
it
is
a
good
morning
whether
I
want
not
;
or
that
you
feel
good
this
morning
;
or
that
it
is
morning
to
be
good
on
?
"
"
All
of
them
at
once
,
"
said
Bilbo
.
"
And
a
very
fine
morning
for
a
pipe
of
tobacco
out
of
doors
,
into
the
bargain
.
If
you
have
a
pipe
about
you
,
sit
down
and
have
a
fill
of
mine
!
There
's
no
hurry
,
we
have
all
the
day
before
us
!
"
Then
Bilbo
sat
down
on
a
seat
by
his
door
,
crossed
his
legs
,
and
blew
out
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
this
morning
.
I
am
looking
for
someone
to
share
in
an
adventure
that
I
am
arranging
,
and
it
's
very
difficult
to
find
anyone
.
"
