The hobbit [electronic resource (EPUB eBook)] / J.R.R. Tolkien. The Hobbit is a tale of high adventure, undertaken by a company of dwarves in search of. 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. Descargá gratis el libro The Hobbit - Bilbo Baggins is like any other hobbit: no larger than five feet, lives peacefully in the Shire, and his highest.
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The Hobbit – J.R.R Tolkien Free ePub The Hobbit – J.R.R. ruthenpress.info Enjoy please like, subscribe, share. Like every other hobbit, Bilbo Baggins likes nothing better than a quiet evening in his snug hole in the ground, dining on a sumptuous dinner in front of a fire. The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien. Read online, or download in secure EPUB format.
This is all the more remarkable, since he was a hobbit.
Hobbits have hitherto been passed over in history and legend, perhaps because they as a rule preferred comfort to excitement. But this account, based on his personal memoirs, of the one exciting year in the otherwise quiet life of Mr. Baggins will give you a fair idea of the estimable people now it is said becoming rather rare.
They do not like noise.
Customer Reviews T. More Children's. 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.
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.
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.
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!
I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone. We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Make you late for dinner! I can't think what anybody sees in them," said our Mr.
Baggins, and stuck one thumb behind his braces, and blew out another even bigger smoke-ring. Then he took out his morning letters, and begin to read, pretending to take no more notice of the old man. He had decided that he was not quite his sort, and wanted him to go away.
But the old man did not move. He stood leaning on his stick and gazing at the hobbit without saying anything, till Bilbo got quite uncomfortable and even a little cross.
You might try over The Hill or across The Water.
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