First Paragraph Of The Hobbit Novels & Stories

Sammy asked, setting his well-worn copy of The Hobbit in his lap. “Just tired, sweetheart.” I smiled reassuringly at him. “How are you?” “Well, Bilbo just found the ring, so you can imagine.” My smile pulled wider. “Yes, I can,” I laughed. “Have you got to the riddles yet?” Sammy rolled his eyes fondly, then quoted, “’What have I got in my pocket?’” He shook his head. “No wonder Gollum wanted to eat him.” “I haven’t read for fun in years,” I said wistfully. “Not on my own. Not since I…”

Phillipa I got the fright of my life when the biggest boulder suddenly started to move and, in the blink of an eye, I was looking at a troll! “Your highness, welcome. I am Edgar. The ruler of the trolls.” His face was kind, but the thing I noticed first was how chubby his cheeks were! I had to fight with everything inside of me not to squeeze them! All around us, the rocks started to move, and their entire clan stood in front of us. I was positively gobsmacked! We didn’t have much information about the trolls.

: said Nio, feeling more confused and scared than ever. "Ah, I was hungry. And when I felt a fly in the web, I went for it. Since I'm in this hole, hmm, who knows ... One hundred years, five hundred, more ... Time is not something you can keep track of down here. Anyway, I was very, very hungry. And just so you know, you are the one who woke me up. I slept blissfully, then bam, a little tasty elf above me, getting closer and closer.”: the creature responded with a big grin on its face.

Lincoln’s POV There was the sound of water dripping loud enough that it woke me up. I could hear bristles scratching the surface of the floor. And there was a small tiny voice muttering incomprehensible words in rapid succession. I opened my eyes and found that it was dark and my cheek was pressed against a cold stone. A few more blinks and what I saw caused me to push myself by hands and my soles until I had my back against the wall. The creature turned its head and snorted. “What? You’ve never seen a goblin before?”

Bo breathed deeply, admiring his partner as he did. “Well, what can I tell you? Life in the wide world goes on much as it has in this past age, full of its own comings and goings, scarcely aware of the existence of Hobbits,” Oscar pauses. “For which I am very thankful.” The smaller man lifts his hand, setting it on the side of Bo’s face and trailing his fingertips through his hair. Bo turns his head, kissing Oscar’s palm softly. “Gandalf the Gray. Eight minutes and fifty five seconds into the Fellowship of the Ring.” Bo mumbles the words against Oscar’s palm.

Bessy and Skylar snorted in annoyance when they throng got near, the group hesitated and just lingered nearby studying the girls with curious distrustful eyes. “They are so adorable,” Lillian laughed. A more brazen hobitoe summoned it’s courage and it went over to Lillian who patted it. The creature was not any larger than Rudolf. “That’s the leader Moyup,” Orbin smiled. Sure enough the other Hobitoes followed suit and surrounded Lillian eager to be patted also. Lillian couldn’t stop smiling and laughing. Mahali was pleased to see her friend happy. But she now eyed Orbin with interest:

The day began without warning it would be stolen from me. That’s the way abductions work—ordinary first, then sudden. Morning smelled of bread and damp ash. The rebuilt kitchen smoked politely, children chased each other with sticks too short to be swords, and the Holdfast carried itself like a house still bruised but determined to look steady for its guests. I was halfway through mending a ripped sleeve when the first thread of wrongness pulled tight.

Chapter 41: The First Night The fire in the stone hearth crackled with a mocking warmth. It cast long and dancing shadows against the walls where the severed heads of beasts stared down at me with glass eyes. I sat in the heavy velvet armchair facing the door. My knuckles were white where I gripped the iron fire poker.

It was a grown-up book, but Dad had been reading it to him. "Do you want me to read?" Ethan asked. River didn't say yes. But he didn't say no. Ethan opened the book to the bookmark. He turned on his small reading light. "In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit," Ethan read. He wasn't very fast, but he knew the words. "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."