middle earth lore

Then the weather clouded over. That was on Wednesday the eve of the Party. Anxiety was intense. Then Thursday, September the 22nd, actually dawned. The sun got up, the clouds vanished, flags were unfurled and the fun began.

Days passed and The Day drew nearer. An odd-looking waggon laden with odd-looking packages rolled into Hobbiton one evening and toiled up the Hill to Bag End. The startled hobbits peered out of lamplit doors to gape at it. It was driven by outlandish folk, singing strange songs: dwarves with long beards and deep hoods. A few of them remained at Bag End.

'Elves and Dragons!' I says to him. 'Cabbages and potatoes are better for me and you. Don't go getting mixed up in the business of your betters, or you'll land in trouble too big for you,' I says to him. And I might say it to others

Bilbo was very rich and very peculiar, and had been the wonder of the Shire for sixty years, ever since his remarkable disappearance and unexpected return... he had many devoted admirers among the hobbits of poor and unimportant families. But he had no close friends, until some of his younger cousins began to grow up.

His sword, Sting, Bilbo hung over his fireplace, and his coat of marvelous mail, the gift of the Dwarves from the Dragon-hoard, he lent to a museum, to the Michel Delving Mathom-house in fact. But he kept in a drawer at Bag End the old cloak and hood he had worn on his travels; and the ring, secured on a fine chain, remained in his pocket.

Hobbits delighted in such things, if they were accurate: they liked having books filled with things that they already knew, set out fair and square with no contadictions

The Hobbits of that quarter, the Eastfarthing, were rather large and heavy legged and they wore dwarf-boots in muddy weather. But they were well known to be Stoors in a large part of their blood, as indeed shown by the down that many grew on their chins. No Harfoot or Fallohide had any trace of a beard.

...for anything the that Hobbits had no immediate use for, but were unwilling to throw away, they called a 'mathom'. Their dwellings were apt to become rather crowded with mathoms...

And the world being after all full of strange creatures beyond count, these little people seemed of very little importance. But in the days of Bilbo, and of Frodo his heir, they suddenly became, by no wish of their own, both important and renowned, and troubled the councils of he Wise and the Great