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The Hobbit

Foreword
This is a story of long ago. At that time the languages and letters were quite different from ours of today. English is used to represent the languages. But two points may be noted. (1) In english the only correct plural of dwarf is dwarfs, and the adjective is dwarfish. In this story dwarves and dwarvish are used, but only when speaking of the ancient people to whom Thorin Oakenshield and his companions belonged. (2) orc is not an english word. It occurs in one or two places but is usually translated goblin (or hobgoblin for the larger kinds). Orc is the hobbits´ form of the name given at that time to there creatures, and it is not connected at all with our orc, ork, applied to sea-animals of dolphin kind.

Chapter 1
An unexpected party

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 perfect 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 an on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill - The Hill, as all the people for many miles sound 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 have 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, and 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 or particular hobbit - what is a hobbit? I suppose hobbits need some description nowadays, since they have become rare and shy of the big people, about half or height, and smaller than the bearded dwarves. Hobbits have no beards. Ther 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 fat in the stomach; they dress in bright colours (chiefly green and yellow); wear no shoes, because their feet grow natural leathery soles an thick warm brown hair like the stuff on their heads (which is curly); have long clever brown fingers, good-natured faces, an laugh deep fruity laughs (especially after dinner,
which they have twice a day if when they can get it). Now you know enough to go on with. As i was saying, the mother of this hobbit - bilbo baggins, that is - was the famous 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 takein a fairy wife. That was, of course, absurd, but certainly there was still something not entirely hobbitlike about them, and once in a while memberes 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 Banggins. 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 make-up 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 rise 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 of remarkable take. Takes and adventures sprouted up but 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 businesses of his own since they were all small hobbit-boys and hobbit-girls.
All that the unsuspecting Bilbo say that morning was an old man with a staff. He had a tall pointed blue hat, a long grew cloak, a river scarf over which his long white beard hung down below his waist, and immense black boots. ´Good morning!´ said Bilbo, and he menu it. The sun was shining. And the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at in from under hong bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat. ´What do you mean?´ he said. ´Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether i want it or not; or that you feel hong this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?´
´All of them at once,´ said Bilbo. ´ And a very find morning for a pipe
Of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain. If you have a rise about you, sit down and have a fill of mine! There´s on hurry, we have talk the day before us!´ Then Bilbo sat down on a seat by his door, crossed his legs, and alex out a beautiful grew ring of smoke that sailed up into the air without breaking and floated away over The Hill.
´Very Pretty!.´ said Gandalf. .´But i have on time to blow smoke-rings this morning. I an looking for someone to share in an adventure that i an arranging, ant it´s very difficult to find anyone´
´I should think so - in there parts! We are plain quiet folk and i have on use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner! I can´t think what anybody peerin them,´ said or Mr Baggins, and stuck one thumb behind his braces, and blew out another even bigger
smoke-ring. Them he took out his morning letters, and began to read, pretending to take on more notice of the old man. He had decided that he was not quite his post, and wanted him to in 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. ´Good morning!´ he said at last. ´We don´t want any adventures here, thank you! By this he meant that the conversation was at an end.
´What a lot of things you do use Good morning for!´ said Gandalf. ´Now you mean that you want to get rid of of, and that it won´t be good till i move off.´
´Not at all, not at all, my dear sir! Let me see, k don´t think k know your name?´
´Yes, yes my dear sir - and i do know your name, Mr Bilbo Baggins. And you know my name, though you don´t remember that i belong to it. I an Gandalf, and Gandalf means of! To think that i should have lived to be good morninged by Belladonna Tooks inn, as if i was selling buttons at the door!´
´Gandalf, Gandalf Good gracious of! Not the wandering wizard that have Old Took a pair of magic diamond studs that fastened themselves and never came undone till ordered? Not the fellow who used to tell such wonderful tales at partes, about dragons and goblins and giants and the rescue of princesses and the unexpected luck of widow´s sons? Not the man that used to make such particularly excellent fireworks! K remember those! Old Took used to have them on midsummer´s eve. Splendid!
They used to go up like great lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!´ You will notice already that Mr Baggins was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers. ´Dear me!´ he went on. ´Not the Gandalf who was responsible for so many quiet lad and lasses going off into the Blue for mad adventures? Anything from climbing trees to visiting elves - of sailinr in ships, sailing to other shores! Bless me, life used to be quite inter - i mean, you used to upset things badly in there parts once upon a time. I beg your pardon, but i had on idea you were still in business.´
´Where else should i be?´ said the wizard.
´All the same i an pleased to find you remember something about of. You seen to remember my fireworks kindly, at any rate, and that is not without hope. Indeed for your old grandfather Took´s sale, and for the ple of poor Belladonna, i will give you what you isled for.´
´I beg your pardon. I haven´t asked for anything!´
yes, you have! Twice now. My pardon. I give it to you. In fact i will go so far as to send you to this adventure. Very amusing for of, very good for you - and profitable too, very likely, he you ever get over it.´
´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!´ With that the hobbit turned and scuttled inside his sound green door, and shut shut be he dared, not to seem rude.
Wizards after all are wizards.
What on earth did i ask him to tea for!´ he said to himself, as he went to the pantry. He had only just had breakfast, but he thought a cake or two and a drink of something would do him good after his fright.
Gandalf in the meantime was still standing outside the door, and laughing long but quietly. After a while he stepped up, and with the spike on his staff scratched a queer sign on the hobbit´s beautiful green front-door. Them he strode away, just about the time when Bilbo was finishing his second cake and beginning to think that he had escaped adventures very well.
The next day he had almost forgotten about Gandalf. He did not remember things things very well, unless he put them down on his Engagement Tablet: like this: Gandalf Tea Wednesday.
Yesterday he had been too flustered to do anything of the kind.
Just before tea-time there came a tremendous ring on the front-door bell, and them he ...
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