Tolkien Reading

So, since I am re-reading the Tolkien books, and I have seen on numerous occasions that others have not gone as far as to enjoy the written works of Tolkien...I thought that those of us that have could share...

The Hobbit ( Include as much or as little as you wish )

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.

I prefer Minas Morgul but okay. 🙂

So what exactly are we doing in here? 🙄 Like a book discussion or something? Sorry, I'm half asleep...which is why I'm going to bed. Night all. And welcome back, Kit!! 😍 I'm glad you didn't wait til May or whenever you were supposed to be coming back. We wouldn't have lasted without you haha. So joy! Kit's back! *throws confetti*

I'm not entirely sure but I suppose this is like the movie memorization thread? The only difference is that we're supposed to fill in the scenes from the book in this thread? 😕 Correct me though if I'm wrong. 🙂

OK..I'll continue..

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.

LOL..that's all for now. 😛 I'm not even sure if I'm doing the right thing.

Yes folks...this is like the movie memorization thread...but this deals with the books...since so many of us had said that there wasn't enough threads about the books...and please add any additional comments to your posts...extra comments about the plot or characters that you would like to add.

thank you for continuing Shadowy...and now I shall continue:

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 lefthand 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.

(Wouldnt it be helpful if everybody copied the text from the one who wrote before him? Otherwise it will be a little confusing with the comments and stuff)

erm i think we should close this

copywrite reasons...AD you could be sued for it........

there was one like this before, but it had to be closed......

aw well, whatever lets just do it anyway 😛

Please post at your own risk...😈

Originally posted by Exa
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 lefthand 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.

ok copying the text so far:

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 lefthand 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, 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.

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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.

ok...we have have to recite the book from memory?!

i'm not that good at that...can i look at the book?....and yeah i agree with sauron...can't somebody get sued or something? i'm not too sure...oh well...

Originally posted by Smodden
ok...we have have to recite the book from memory?!

no- nobody will be sued

because the hobbits right owners and chris tokien himself

are SO nice and SO generous that they will let us have our fun, im sure of it, i mean them all being so funny and good looking and just all round gorgeous, im sure a little thing like this they would let slip, because they are so kind they are like santa, and santa LOVES US ALL

Spoiler:
that was incase any of them read this

good idea😉

yeah chris is just great....all of the fam....forgiving, kind, sharing,....

OK..I'll continue starting from AD's latest post. 🙂

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 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 with.

My comment: When I first read those descriptions, I fell in love with the Hobbits instantly. 😄 They are just so cute and adorable! 😄

As I was saying, the mother of this hobbit - of Bilbo Baggins, that is - was the fabulous Belladonna 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 awhile members of the Took-clan would go and have adventures.

Il copy everything again

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 lefthand 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, 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 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 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 with.
As I was saying, the mother of this hobbit - of Bilbo Baggins, that is - was the fabulous Belladonna 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 awhile members of the Took-clan would go and have adventures.

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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 oder 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 behaves 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.

oops I just found on the official site of the publisher that you should even ask for the permission only to quote any of Tolkiens books on you webpage... 😮

Originally posted by Exa
Il copy everything again

oops I just found on the official site of the publisher that you should even ask for the permission only to quote any of Tolkiens books on you webpage... 😮

Hmm, in light of this new information I do believe that we are infringing upon the copyright laws.

Originally posted by A.D. Skinner
Hmm, in light of this new information I do believe that we are infringing upon the copyright laws.

Well at least they want you to ask them for a written permission (a real one, no email 😖 ).... but thats stupid because nobody ever does that 🙂

... well and scripts are also available online, and, ehem, the publisher also offers the whole first chapter of the Hobbit online 🙂

Maybe it would be better to just include those passages that we enjoy the most...ones that have caught our eye about how Tolkien uses his details and descriptions, rather than just copying word for work the books....

Sound good to anyone ???