On hobbits:

'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 fat 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.'  -The Hobbit, chapter 1, J.R.R. Tolkien
Eriador



"Hobbits really are amazing creatures, as I have said before. You can learn all that there is to know about their ways in a month, and yet after a hundred years they can still surprise you at a pinch."
--Gandalf





~and (to my delight) a bit of chapter five, read by the author himself, fondly known by his friend C.S. Lewis, as Tollers.  I thought this bit of hobbit-lore quite appropriate to-day, and hope you enjoy it.~
 

"Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,
While hammers fell like ringing bells
In places deep, where dark things sleep,
In hollow halls beneath the fells

For ancient king and elvish lord
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep and caverns old
We must away, ere break of day,
To claim our long-forgotten gold.

Goblets they carved there for themselves
And harps of gold; where no man delves
There lay they long, and many a song
Was sung unheard by men or elves

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The bells were ringing in the dale
And men looked up with faces pale;
Then dragon's ire more fierce than fire
Laid low their towers and houses frail.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.

Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!"
-The Hobbit, chapter 1, J.R.R. Tolkien

Comments

Julian said…
I am really looking foward to seeing the new movie! Ive also planned a small Hobbit party for my kids. Im a lover of Narnia as well. It was a delight to find that Lewis and Tolkien were friends!
Christina
Nikki said…
Did you draw that map? Neat!
The movie was so spectacular. I want to see it again!
Olivia said…
Yes, I did; a map of the whole middle earth! It was great fun.