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The hobbit pdf full text There was a hobbit in a hole in the ground. It is not an ugly, dirty, wet hole, filled with the tips of worms and oozy odors, nor a dry, bare, sandy hole on which there would be nothing to sit on or eat: it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort. Written for J.R.R. Tolkien's own children, The Hobbit met with immediate critical acclaim when it was first published in 1937. Now recognized as a timeless classic, this introduction to the hobbit Bilbo Baggins, guide Gandalf, Gollum, and the magnificent world of Middle-earth recounts the adventures of a reluctant hero, a powerful and dangerous ring, and the cruel dragon Smaug Magnificent. The text in this 372-page paper-down edition is based on what he first published in the UK collins modern classics (1998), and contains a note on douglas a. anderson's text (2001). Unforgettable! Read the definitive edition of Bilbo Baggins' adventures in the middle country in this classic bestseller behind this year's biggest film. The Hobbit is a story of a high adventure, conducted by a society of dwarves in search of dragon-guarded gold. A reluctant partner in this dangerous quest is Bilbo Baggins, an unambitious, comfort-loving hobbit who surprises himself with his ingenuity and the skills of a thief. Encounters with trolls, orc, dwarves, elves and giant spiders, conversations with a dragon, Smaug and a somewhat reluctant presence in a battle of five armies are just some of the adventures that afflict Bilbo. Bilbo Baggins took his place in the ranks of immortal children's fiction. Written by Professor Tolkien for his own children, The Hobbit was met with immediate critical acclaim when he published. READ THE BOOK ONLINE FREE Chapters by J.R.R.Tolkien, 1954 E-Text: Greylib Content Forewor Prologue 1. As for hobbits 2. As for pipe-veled 3. From the Order of the Shire 4. From the discovery of circle 5. Note on Shire Records I Chapter 1. The long-awaited chapter of page 2. Shadow of the last chapter 3. The third is chapter 4. Abbreviation for mushrooms Chapter 5. The conspiracy uncovered Chapter 6. Chapter of the Old Forest 7. At Tom Bombadil's house, Chapter 8. Fog at Barrow-Downs Chapter 9. On the sign of Prancing Pony Chapter 10. Chapter 11. Knife in the Dark Chapter 12. Flight to Ford Book II Chapter 1. Many meetings chapter 2. Chapter 3 of the Elrond Council. The ring goes south on Chapter 4. Journey in the Dark Chapter 5. Khazad-dûm Bridge Chapter 6. Lothlórien Chapter 7. Mirror Galadriel Chapter 8. Farewell to Lórien Chapter 9. Great River Chapter 10. The Breaking of the Fellowship Foreword This story grew in storytelling until it became the history of the Great War ring and included many glimpses of even more ancient history that preceded it. It began shortly after the Hobbit was written and before its publication in 1937; but I did not go to this sequel because I wished to finish first and set it to and legends of the older days, which have been forming for several years. I wanted to do this for my own satisfaction, and I had little hope that other people would be interested in this work, especially since it was primarily a linguistic inspiration and was launched in order to provide the necessary background of 'history' for elven languages. When those whose advice and opinions I was looking for corrected little hope for any hope, I returned to continuing, encouraged by readers' requests for more information about hobbits and their adventures. But the story was irresistibly drawn to the older world and became the story, as it were, of its end and measurably before its beginning and center. The process began with the writing of the Hobbit, in which there were already some references to earlier matters: Elrond, Gondolin, High-elves and orcs, as well as flashes that arose from unauthorised things higher or deeper or darker than its surface: Durin, Moria, Gandalf, Necromancer, the Ring. The discovery of the significance of these flashes and their relationship to ancient history revealed the third age and its climax in the war of the ring. Those who asked for more information about the hobbits eventually got it, but had to wait a long time; for the composition of the Lord of the Rings continued at regular intervals between 1936 and 1949, a period in which I had many duties that I did not neglect, and many other interests as a student and teacher who often absorbed me. The delay was, of course, also increased by the outbreak of war in 1939, until the end of the year, when the story had not yet reached the end of the First Book. Despite the darkness of the next five years, I found that the story could not now be completely abandoned, and I trudid on, mostly at night, until I stood at Balinese's tomb in Mory. That's where I stopped for a long time. It was almost a year later when I went on, so came to Lothlórien and the Great River in late 1941. The next year I wrote the first drafts of a thing that now stands as book three, and the beginnings of Chapters I and III of Book Five; and when the beacons burned in Anórien and Theoden came to Harrowdale, I stopped. Foresight failed, and there was no time to think. It was in 1944 that I forced myself to take frodo's journey to Mordor as I left the loose ends and confusion of the war I was to wage, or at least report. These chapters, eventually becoming Book Four, were written and circulated as a series to my son, Christopher, then in South Africa with the RAF. Nevertheless, it took another five years for the story to be brought to the present day; at that time I changed my house, chair and college, and the days, although less dark were no less strenuous. Then when the 'end' was finally reached the whole story had to be revised, and really pretty much re-written backwards. And it had to be on the machine, and re-written: according to me; Teh professional writing ten-fingers was beyond my means. The Lord of the Rings has been read by many people since he finally appeared in the press; and I would like to say something here, referring to the many opinions or estimates I have received or read about the motives and meaning of the story. The main motive was the desire of the narrator to try out a really long story that would attract the attention of readers, amuse them, please them, and sometimes perhaps get them aroused or moved deeply. As a guide I only had my own feelings for what is appealing or moving, and for many the guide was inevitably often to blame. Some who had read or reviewed the book considered it boring, absurd, or despicable; and I have no reason to complain because I have similar opinions about their works or the kinds of writing they clearly prefer. But even from the point of view of many people who have enjoyed my story, there is a lot that he will not be able to please. In a long story, it may not be possible to please everyone in all places, nor to displace everyone from all in the same places; for from the letters I have received, I find that the passages or chapters which are for some stain are all special approved. The most critical reader of all, I, now finds many flaws, minor and large, but fortunately without the obligation to either review the book or write it again, it will pass through these in silence, except for one that has been recorded by others: the book is too short. As for the inner meaning or 'message', it intends the author none. It's neither allegorical nor topical. As the story grew, it took root (into the past) and threw out unexpected branches: but its main theme was settled from the beginning by the inevitable choice of the Ring as a connection between him and the Hobbit. The key chapter, Shadow of the Past, is one of the oldest parts of the story. It was written long before the foreproach of 1939 became a threat of inevitable disaster, and since then the story would have evolved in much the same direction if the disaster had been averted. Its sources are things long before, or in some cases already written, and little or nothing in it was regulated by the war that began in 1939 or its continuation. A real war is not like a legendary war in its process or its conclusion. If he had inspired or directed the development of the legend, the ring would surely have been confiscated and used against Sauron; he would not be destroyed, but enslaved, and Barad-dûr would not be destroyed, but occupied. In the confusion and betrayal of that time, Saruman, who could not obtain the Ring, would find the missing links in Mordor in his own research in Ring-lore, and before long he would have created his own Great Ring to stand up to the self-proclaimed Rulers of Middle-Earth. In this conflict, both sides they held the hobbits in hatred and contempt: they would not survive long even as slaves. Other measures could be designed according to the tastes or opinions of those who like allegory or current link. But I heartily dislike allegory in all its manifestations, and have always done so because I have aged and cautious enough to reveal its presence. I prefer history, true or fake, with its diverse applicability to the idea and experience of readers. I believe that many confuse usability with allegory; but one lies in the freedom of the reader, and the other in the purposeful domination of the author. Of course, the author can't remain completely unaffected by his experience, but the ways in which the story-germ uses the soil of experience are very complex, and attempts to define the process are at best estimates from evidence that are insufficient and ambiguous. It is also untrue, though naturally appealing, when the lives of the author and the critic overlapped, to assume that the movements of thought or the events of the times common to the two were necessarily the strongest influences. Indeed, one must personally get into the shadow of war in order to fully feel his oppression; but as the years pass, it seems that it is now often forgotten that being caught in youth until 1914 was no less a heinous experience than being involved in 1939 and subsequent years. In 1918, all but one of my close friends were dead. Or to make matters less painful: it was assumed that some 'Washing the Shire' reflected the situation in England at the time I was finishing my story. This is not the case. It's a substantial part of the plot, assumed from the outset, though in the case of saruman's edited character, as developed in the story, without, I must say, any allegorical meaning or contemporary political references at all. It really has some basis of experience, albeit lean (for the economic situation was quite different), and much further back. The country in which I lived as a child was shabby destroyed before I was ten, in the days when motor-cars were rare objects (I'd never seen them) and men were still building suburban railroads. Recently, I saw in the paper a picture of the last dilapidated once thriving corn mill next to his pool, which once seemed so important to me. I never liked what a young miller looked like, but his father, an old miller, had a black hair and his name wasn't Sandyman. The Lord of the Rings is now released in a new edition, and an opportunity has been taken to revise it. A number of errors and inconsistencies that remain in the text have been corrected and an attempt has been made to provide information on several points raised by attentive readers. I have considered all their comments and questions, and if it seems that some have been forwarded, it may be because I have not been able to keep my comments in order; but many questions could only be answered with additional additions, or even production of a volume of accessories containing a large part of the material, which I did not play into the original edition, especially more detailed language information. In the meantime, this edition offers this forew talk, in addition to Prologue, some notes, and an index of names of persons and places. This index is intended to complete in items, but not in references, because for this purpose it was necessary to reduce its bulk. The complete index, which makes full use of the material prepared for me by Mrs. N. Smith, belongs more to the volume of accessories. 1. When it comes to hobbits this book is largely concerned with hobbits, and from their site the reader can discover much of their character and a bit of their history. For more information, see the selection from the Westmarch Red Book, which has already been published under the title The Hobbit. This story was derived from previous chapters of the Red Book, composed by Bilbo himself, the first hobbit to become famous around the world, and called back and forth by him again, as they told of his journey east and his return: an adventure that later included all the hobbits in the great events of this age that are related here. However, many may want to know more about this remarkable people from the very beginning, while some may not have an older book. For such readers a few notes on more important points are collected here from the Hobbit-tradition, and the first adventure is briefly remembered. Hobbits are inconspicuous, but very ancient people, formerly more numerous than today; for they love peace and tranquility and a good well-rounded country: a well-organized and well-managed landscape was their favorite place. They do not understand and understand machines that are more complicated than forges, water mill or loom, although they were handy with tools. Even in ancient times they were usually shy of 'Big Folk', as they call us, and now they avoid us with dismay and are still hard to find. They are quick to hear and sharp eyes, and when they tend to be fat and not rush unnecessarily, they are nevertheless nimble and dexterous in their movements. They possessed from the first art disappearing quickly and quietly when the great people they do not wish to meet come rudely; and they have evolved until people find it magical. But hobbits have never really studied magic of any kind, and their elusiveness is due only to the professional skills that heredity and practice and close friendship with the country have made inimitable larger and clumsier races. Because they are small people, smaller than dwarves: less tout and stocky, that is, even if they are not actually much shorter. Their height is variable, it varies between two and four feet of our measure. They rarely reach three feet now; but it is said that the hive dwindle, and in ancient times they were higher. According to the Red Book, He took (Bullroarer), son of Isengrim second, was four feet five and able to ride a horse. In all hobbit records, only two old famous figures have surpassed the hobbit; but this strange matter is addressed in this book. As for the hobbits of the region with whom these stories relate, in the days of their peace and prosperity they were cheerful people. They dressed in bright colors, with a distinctly yellow and green color in them; but they rarely wore shoes, because their legs had hard leather soles and were clad in thick curly hair, much like their head hair, which was normally brown. The only craft that was little practiced between them was the production of footwear; but they had long and handy fingers and could do many other useful and charming things. As a rule, their faces were more good-natured than beautiful, wide, bright eyes, with red faces, with mouths adequate for laughter and for eating and drinking. And laugh they did, and eat, and drink, often and warmly, likes simple pranks all the time, and six meals a day (when they could get it). They were hospitable and delighted with the parties and gifts they handed out freely and eagerly accepted. It is clear that despite later alienation, hobbits are our relatives: much closer to us than elves, or even dwarves. The old spoke the languages of men, after their own fashion, and liked and did not like much the same things as men. But what exactly is our relationship can no longer be revealed. The beginning of the hobbits lies far beyond the older days, which are now lost and forgotten. Only elves still keep records of this disappeared time, and their traditions relate almost exclusively to their own history, in which humans rarely appear and hobbits are not mentioned at all. Yet it is clear that the hobbits actually lived quietly in Middle-down for many long years before other people even realized about them. And the world was, after all, full of strange creatures that did not count, these little people seemed to have very little importance. But in the days of Bilbo and Frodo's heir, they suddenly became, without their own wishes, important and illustrious, and tormented the counsel of the Wise and the Great. These days, the third age of Middle-earth, are long past and the shape of all countries has changed; but the areas in which the hobbits lived at that time were undoubtedly the same as those in which they still remained: the northwest of the Old World, east of the sea. The Hobbits of Bilbo's time have not been aware of their original home. The love of learning (other than the genealogical tradition) was far from general among them, but there were still a few left in older families who studied their own books, even collecting news of old times and distant lands from elves, dwarves, and humans. Their own records began only after the settlement of the Shire, and their oldest legends hardly looked further than their Wandering Days. However, it is clear that these legends and the evidence of their strange words and customs, which, like many other folk hobbits in the distant past, moved westward. Their earliest stories seem to see the time they dwelled in the upper valleys of Anduin, between the eaves of Greenwood the Great and the Misty Mountains. Why they later pledged to cross the mountains hard and dangerously to Eriador is no longer certain. Their own accounts speak of the multiplying of people in the country and the shadow that fell on the forest, so it blacked out and its new name was Mirkwood. Before crossing the mountains, the hobbits had already divided into three different breeds: Harfoots, Stoors and Fallohides. The Harfoots were browner skins, smaller and shorter, and they were without a hair and without shoes; their hands and feet were clean and nimble; and preferred the highlands and slopes. The stoors were wider, heavier in the building; their legs and hands were larger, preferring flat plots and riverbanks. Fallohides were fairer skin and also hair, and they were taller and slimmer than others; they were lovers of trees and forests. The Harfoots had much in common with dwarves in ancient times and lived for a long time in the foot of the mountains. They moved west early and roamed Eriador all the way to Weathertop, while the others were still in Wilderland. They were the most normal and strict variety of hobbits and by far the most numerous. They were most inclined to settle in one place and preserved their edient, which lived in tunnels and holes for the longest time. The Stoors had long been on the banks of the Great River Anduin and were less shy of humans. They went west to Harfooty and set out on loudwater's journey south; and there many of them dwelled for a long time between Tharbad and the borders of Dunland, before moving north again. Fallohides, the least numerous, were the northern branch. They were friendlier to elves than other hobbits, and had more skills in language and songs than in crafts; and the old ones preferred hunting over manitee. They crossed the mountains north of Roklinka and descended the Hoarwell River. In Eriador, they soon mingled with the other species that preceded them, but because they were somewhat bolder and bolder, they were often found as leaders or chiefs among the Harfoot or Stoors clans. Even in Bilbo's time, a strong fallohidish strain could still be recorded among larger families such as tooks and masters of buckland. In the western regions of Eriador, between the Misty Mountains and Mount Lune, the hobbits found both men and elves. Indeed, the rest still dwelled dúnedains, kings of the people who came across the sea from the West Aeska; but they were rapidly shrinking, and the lands of their northern kingdom were falling far and wide into waste. There was space and spare for income, and ere long hobbits began to settle in Community. Most of their former settlements had long since disappeared and were forgotten in Bilbo's time; but one of the first to become important still endured, albeit diminished; it was in Bree and Chetwood, which lay about forty miles east of the Shire. It was in these early days, undoubtedly, that the hobbits learned their letters and began to write in the manner of Dúnedain, who at their turn long before he learned art from elves. And in those days they also forgot all the languages they had used before, and always spoke after a common speech, Westron, as he was named, which was topical across all the lands of kings from Arnor to Gondor and probably all the coasts of the sea from Belfalas to Lune. Yet they kept a few words of their own, as well as their own names of months and days, and a great trade of personal names from the past. About this time, the legend among hobbits for the first time becomes history with a reckoning of years. For it was in a thousand six hundred and the first year of the third age that the brothers Fallohide, Marcho and Blanco, set off from Bree; and when they obtained permission from the high king in Fornosti, they crossed the brown baranduin river with great hobbit follow. They crossed the Stonebows Bridge, which was built in the days of northern kingdom power, and took the ail land to dwell, between the river and the Far Downs. All that was required of them was to keep the Great Bridge in repair and all other bridges and roads, to speed up the king's ossurons and to acknowledge his lordship. Thus began the reckoning in The Shire, for the year of crossing Brandywine (as the hobbits turned the name) became the year one of the Shire, and all later dates were counted from it. The Western hobbits immediately fell in love with their new land and stayed there, and soon disappeared again from the history of men and elves. While there was still a king they were in the name of his subjects, but they were in fact ruled by their own chiefs and meddled at all with the events in the world outside. Until the last battle of Fornosti with the Witch Lord of Angmar, several bowmen were sent to the king's aid, or so they claimed, although there are no stories of men. But in that war the Northern Kingdom ended; and then the hobbits took the land for their own, and they chose from their own Thain chieftains to hold the authority of the king who was gone. There for a thousand years were little troubled by war, and they prospered and meased after the dark plague (SR 37) until the disaster of the long cold and famine that followed. Many thousands perished then, but Dearth Days (1158-60) was long past at the time of this story, and the hobbits had become accustomed to many again. The earth was rich and kind, and although it was long since abandoned when they entered it, it had been well cultivated before, and there once the king had farms, maize land, vineyards and forests. Forty miles stretched from the Dales down to the Brandywine Bridge and fifty from the northern heaths to the swamps to the south. The Hobbits named it the Shire, as the area of authority of their Thain and the district of well-organized shops; and there in that pleasant incoming world plied their well-organized business of life, and they increasingly less and less heard the world outside, where dark things moved until they thought that peace and plenty was the rule of Middle-country and the right of all reasonable people. They forgot or ignored the little they ever knew about the Guardians and the work of those who made peace possible in the Shire. In fact, they were protected, but they stopped remembering. At no point were the hobbits combative and never fighting each other. In the old days, of course, they were often forced to fight to stay in a difficult world; but in Bilbo's time it was very ancient history. The last battle before this story opened, and indeed the only one ever fought within the borders of the Shire, was beyond living memory: the Battle of Greenfield, S.R. 1147, in which Bandobras Took led the orcs invasion. Even the weather was softening, and the wolves that once wiped out the north in bitter white winters were now just grandfather's story. So, even though there was still some weapons store in the Shire, these were used mostly as trophies, hanging over fireplaces or on walls, or gathered at a museum in Michel Delving. Mathom-house it was called; for nothing the hobbits had no immediate use but were not willing to throw away, they called mathom. Their dwellings were able to become somewhat crowded mathoms, and many of the gifts that went from hand to hand were of this kind. However, lightness and peace have left this people still strangely hard. If it came to that, it was hard to mock or kill them; and perhaps they loved good things so unabated, not least because they could dress without them, and they could survive harsh treatment by grief, the enemy, or the weather in a way that stunned those who did not know them well and sought nothing but their bellies and well-fed faces. Even though they were fighting slowly and the sport was not enjoying anything that lived, they were at bay and still knew how to handle guns in an emergency. They shot well with a bow because they were bright and confident on the mark. Not just bows and arrows. If any hobbit bent over a stone, it was good to quickly get into hiding, because all the unauthorized beasts knew very well. All the hobbits originally lived in holes in the ground, or at least believed, and in such dwellings they still felt at home; but over time they were forced to accept other forms of abode. In fact, in bilbo's days, they were usually only the richest and poorest hobbits. old custom. The poorest lived in burrows of the most primitive kind, indeed with or without one window; while well-to-do still constructed more luxurious versions of simple digging old. But suitable places for these large and sprawling tunnels (or smials, as they called them) were not everywhere to be found; and in apartments and low-lying neighborhoods, the hobbits began to rise above the ground as they multiplyed. Even in hilly areas and in older villages such as Hobbit or Tuckborough, or in the shire's capital, Michel Delving on the White Downs, there were now many houses made of wood, brick or stone. These were specially popular millers, blacksmiths, ropers and cartwrights, and others of this kind; for even if the holes were to live. Hobbits have long been used to building shelters and workshops. The habit of building estates and barns was said to have begun among the residents of Marish down brandywine. The hobbits of that neighborhood, Eastfarthing, were quite large and wore dwarf boots with heavy legs and in muddy weather. But they were well known to stoors in much of their blood, as they really were shown to down that many grew on their chins. No Harfoot or Fallohide had any traces of a hair. Indeed, the inhabitants of Marish, and Buckland, east of the river they later occupied, came for the most part later to the Shire from the south-far; and they still had many strange names and strange words that were not found elsewhere in the Shire. It is likely that the construction craft, like many other crafts next door, was derived from the Dúnedains. But the hobbits may have learned it directly from elves, teachers of men in their youth. The Elves of the High Snows had not yet left Middle-earth, and at that time they were still living in the Grey Harbours to the west and elsewhere within easy reach of the Shire. Three elven towers of time and time immemorial were still visible in Tower Hills behind the western marches. They shone far beyond the moonlight. The highest was furthest, standing alone on a green mound. The Hobbits of the West Rectory said you could see the sea from the tower; but no hobbit was ever known to climb it. Indeed, few hobbits have ever seen or sailed by sea, and even fewer have returned to report it. Most of the hobbits looked at rivers and small boats with deep fears, and many of them could not swim. And as the days of the Shire immated, they spoke less and less with the elves, and became afraid of them, and distrusted those who dealt with them; and the sea between them became the word of fear and the sign of death, and they turned their faces away from the hills

to the west. The construction craft may have come from elves or men, but hobbits used it in their own way. They didn't go inside to get the towers. Their houses were usually long, low and comfortable. Oldest species indeed, no more than built imitations of smials, thatched with dry grass or straw, or roofed lawns, and have walls somewhat bulging. However, this stage belonged to the early days of the Shire and the hobbit structure was long ago altered, improved by facilities, learned from dwarves or discovered by itself. Preference for round windows, and even round doors, was the main remaining peculiarity of hobbit architecture. The houses and holes of shire-hobbits were often large and inhabited by large families. (Bilbo and Frodo Baggins were very special as bachelors, as in many other respects, such as their friendship with elves.) Sometimes, as in the case of Sbís large smouths, or Brandybucks Brandy Hall, many generations of relatives lived in (comparative) peace together in one ancesual and much-tunneled mansion. All the hobbits were clannish in any case and counted their relationships with great care. They drew long and elaborate pedigrees with countless branches. When dealing with hobbits, it i

The hobbit pdf full text There was a hobbit in a hole in the ground. It is not an ugly, dirty, wet hole, filled with the tips of worms and oozy odors, nor a dry, bare, sandy hole on which there would be nothing to sit on or eat: it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort. Written for J.R.R. Tolkien's own children, The Hobbit met with .