hobbits

And here he was, a little halfling from the Shire, a simple hobbit of the quiet countryside, expected to find a way where the great ones could not go, or dared not go. It was an evil fate.

And now leave me in peace for a bit! I don't want to answer a string of questions while I am eating. I want to think!""Good Heavens!" said Pippin. "At breakfast?

I think it's because it shows that people--or hobbits, as the case may be--can find strength they didn't know they had.

Their faces were as a rule good-natured rather than beautiful.

If you have ever seen a dragon in a pinch, you will realize that this was only poetical exaggeration applied to any hobbit, even to Old Took's great-granduncle Bullroarer, who was so huge (for a hobbit) that he could ride a horse. He charged the ranks of the goblins of Mount Gram in the Battle of the Green Fields, and knocked their king Golfibul's head clean off with a wooden club. It sailed a hundred yards through the air and went down a rabbit-hole, and in this way the battle was won and the game of Golf was invented at the same moment.

Slowly the lights of the torches in front of Merry flicked and went out, and he was walking in a darkness; and he thought: __his is a tunnel leading to a tomb; there we shall stay forever._ But suddenly into his dream there fell a living voice. __ell, Merry! Thank goodness I have found you!_ He looked up and the mist before his eyes cleared a little. There was Pippin! They were face to face in a narrow lane, but for themselves it was empty. He rubbed his eyes. __here is the king?_ He said. __nd Eowyn?_ Then he stumbled and sat down on a doorstep and began to weep again. __hey must have gone up into the Citadel,_ said Pippin. __ think you must have fallen asleep on your feet and taken the wrong turning. When we found out you were not with them, Gandalf sent me to look for you. Poor old Merry! How glad I am to see you again! But you are worn out, and I won__ bother you with any talk. But tell me, are you hurt, or wounded?_ __o,_ said Merry. __ell, no, I don__ think so. But I can__ use my right arm, Pippin, not since I stabbed him. And my sword burned away like a piece of wood._ Pippin__ face was anxious. __ell, you had better come with me as quick as you can,_ he said. __ wish I could carry you. You aren__ fit to walk any further. They shouldn__ have let you walk at all; but you must forgive them. So many dreadful things have happened in the City, Merry, that one poor hobbit coming in from battle is easily overlooked._ __t__ not always a misfortune being overlooked,_ said Merry. __ was overlooked just now by__o, no, I can__ speak of it. Help me, Pippin! It__ all going dark again, and my arm is so cold._ __ean on me, Merry lad!_ said Pippin. __ome now. Foot by foot. It__ not far._ __re you going to bury me?_ said Merry. __o, indeed!_ said Pippin, trying to sound cheerful, though his heart was wrung with fear and pity. __o, we are going to the Houses of Healing.

We need to return to harmony with Nature and with each other, to become what humans were destined to be, builders of gardens and Shires, hobbits (if you will), not Masters over creatures great and small.

Which epitaph would you choose for your grave-stone: "He made lots of money." or "He saved the Earth"? And don't think I'm being sarcastic, because for once, I'm not. We're all going to die. What will be your legacy? Smaug-loads of money? or Saving the Earth? It's your choice.

Hullo!_ said Merry. __o that__ what is bothering you? Now, Pippin my lad, don__ forget Gildor__ saying__he one Sam used to quote: Do not meddle in the affairs of Wizards, for they are subtle and quick to anger._ __ut our whole life for months has been one long meddling in the affairs of Wizards,_ said Pippin. __ should like a bit of information as well as danger. I should like a look at that ball._ __o to sleep!_ said Merry. __ou__l get information enough, sooner or later. My dear Pippin, no Took ever beat a Brandybuck for inquisitiveness; but is it this time, I ask you?_ __ll right! What__ the harm in my telling you what I should like: a look at that stone? I know I can__ have it, with old Gandalf sitting on it, like a hen on an egg. But it doesn__ help much to get no more from you than a you-can__-have-it-so-go-to-sleep!_ __ell, what else could I say?_ said Merry. ____ sorry, Pippin, but you really must wait till the morning. I__l be as curious as you like after breakfast, and I__l help you in any way I can at wizard-wheedling. But I can__ keep awake any longer. If I yawn any more, I shall split at the ears. Good night!

Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam,_ said Frodo, and he lay back in Sam__ gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand. Sam felt that he could sit like that in endless happiness...