Chapter V, “Riddles in the Dark,” which brings the story of The Hobbit more in line with its sequel, The Lord of the Rings, then in progress. Tolkien made some. But there are lighter moments as well: good fellowship, welcome meals, laughter and song. Bilbo The Hobbit: Or T Hobbit (Resimli) - J.R.R. Tolkien. Introduction: The Hobbit or There and Back Again novel is based on children fantasy written by famous writer John Ronald Reuel Tolkien.
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Tales and adventures sprouted up all over the place wherever he went, in the most extraordinary fashion. He had not been down that way under The Hill for ages and ages, not since his friend the Old Took died, in fact, and the hobbits had almost forgotten what he looked like. He had been away over The Hill and across The Water on business of his own since they were all small hobbit-boys and hobbit-girls.
All that the unsuspecting Bilbo saw that morning was an old man with a staff. He had a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, a silver scarf over which a white beard hung down below his waist, and immense black boots. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat.
If you have a pipe about you, sit down and have a fill of mine!
There's no hurry, we have all the day before us! I am looking for someone to share in an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone. We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Make you late for dinner!
I can't think what anybody sees in them," said our Mr. Baggins, and stuck one thumb behind his braces, and blew out another even bigger smoke-ring.
Then he took out his morning letters, and begin to read, pretending to take no more notice of the old man. He had decided that he was not quite his sort, and wanted him to go away.
But the old man did not move. He stood leaning on his stick and gazing at the hobbit without saying anything, till Bilbo got quite uncomfortable and even a little cross.
You might try over The Hill or across The Water. Let me see, I don't think I know your name? Bilbo Baggins.
And you do know my name, though you don't remember that I belong to it. I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me! To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!
Good gracious me! Not the wandering wizard that gave Old Took a pair of magic diamond studs that fastened themselves and never came undone till ordered? Not the fellow who used to tell such wonderful tales at parties, about dragons and goblins and giants and the rescue of princesses and the unexpected luck of widows' sons?
Not the man that used to make such particularly excellent fireworks! I remember those! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve. They used to go up like great lilies and snapdragons and laburnums of fire and hang in the twilight all evening!
Baggins was not quite so prosy as he liked to believe, also that he was very fond of flowers. Anything from climbing trees to visiting Elves - or sailing in ships, sailing to other shores!
Bless me, life used to be quite inter - I mean, you used to upset things badly in these parts once upon a time. I beg your pardon, but I had no idea you were still in business. Bilbo challenges Gollum to a contest of riddles to determine whether or not Bilbo shall be eaten. Bilbo ends up winning the competition, but Gollum decides he should eat him either way and goes looking for the ring Bilbo has found.
Bilbo uses the ring to turn invisible and escape from Gollum and the cave. Reaching the mouth of the cave, Bilbo realizes that the dwarves have already escaped and are waiting for him there. They take off quickly as they realize that they are being chased by Wargs, which are giant wolves.
They seek refuge in a giant nest after being rescued by giant eagles before they proceed to the home of Beorn, a shapeshifter. Beorn assists them by preparing them for their journey through the forest of Mirkwood.
Upon arriving at Mirkwood forest, Gandalf departs from the group citing urgent business elsewhere. He then warns the group not to stray from the path during their trek through the woods. Unfortunately, the forest is quite deceptive, and the team is soon lost and is forced to stray from the path to regaining their bearings. That was, of course, absurd, but certainly there was still something not entirely hobbit-like about them, - and once in a while members of the Took-clan would go and have adventures.
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. Still it is probable that Bilbo, her only son, although he looked and behaved exactly like a second edition of his solid and comfortable father, got something a bit queer in his makeup 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.
By some curious chance one morning long ago in the quiet of the world, when there was less noise and more green, and the hobbits were still numerous and prosperous, and Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes neatly brushed - Gandalf came by.
If you had heard only a quarter of what I have heard about him, and I have only heard very little of all there is to hear, you would be prepared for any sort I of remarkable tale. Tales and adventures sprouted up all over the place wherever he went, in the most extraordinary fashion.
He had not been down that way under The Hill for ages and ages, not since his friend the Old Took died, in fact, and the hobbits had almost forgotten what he looked like.
He had been away over The Hill and across The Water on business of his own since they were all small hobbit-boys and hobbit-girls. All that the unsuspecting Bilbo saw that morning was an old man with a staff. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat.
If you have a pipe about you, sit down and have a fill of mine! We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Make you late for dinner! Baggins, and stuck one thumb behind his braces, and blew out another even bigger smoke-ring.