The Hobbit
The Hobbit is the first published work by J.R.R. Tolkien. While it is the beginning of a story which later continues in The Lord of the Rings (3 volumes), it is also a complete story on its own. I have read this book already several times and have noted down from each chapter some phrases and quotes that I liked best and that represent the general atmosphere of the book.
If you didn’t read The Hobbit yet, this collection of quotes will hopefully make you curious enough to do it.
Chapter 1 - An Unexpected Party
| How it begins: |
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, not
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.
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| The map: |
On the table in the light of a big lamp with a red shade he
spread a piece of parchment rather like a map.
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| About the dragon: | There was a most special greedy, strong and
wicked worm called Smaug.
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Chapter 2 Roast Mutton
| Near the trolls: |
Not far away were dreary hills, rising higher and higher, dark
with trees. On some of them were old castles with an evil look,
as if they had been built by wicked people.
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Chapter 3 A Short Rest
| About Elrond: |
He was as noble and fair in face as an elf-lord, as strong as
a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves,
and as kind as summer.
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| Moon-letters on the map: |
“Stand by the grey stone when the thrush knocks, and the setting
sun with the last light of Durin’s Day will shine upon the keyhole.”
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Chapter 4 Over Hill and Under Hill
| Thorin: |
“There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something.”
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... You certainly usually find something if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.
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| About goblins: |
The yells and yammering, croaking, jibbering and jabbering;
howls, growls and curses; shrieking and skriking, that followed
were beyond description. Several hundred wild cats and wolves
being roasted slowly alive together would not have compared
with it.
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Chapter 5 Riddles in the Dark
| About Gollum: |
Deep down here by the dark water lived old Gollum, a small slimy
creature. I don’t know where he came from, nor who or what he
was. He was Gollum – as dark as darkness, except for two big
round pale eyes in his thin face.
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| Gollum: |
“Bless us and splash us, my preciousss!”
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| Gollum: | “Sssss,” …. “Praps ye sits here and chats with
it a bitsy, my preciousss. It like riddles, praps it does, does
it?”
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| Gollum: | “Is it nice, my preciousss? Is it juicy? Is
it scumptiously crunchable?”
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| About Gollum: | Though he was only a black shadow in the gleam
of his own eyes, Bilbo could see or feel that he was tense as
a bowstring, gathered for a spring.
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Chapter 6 Out of the Frying-Pan into the Fire
| About the eagles: |
The Lord of the Eagles of the Misty Mountains had eyes that
could look at the sun unblinking, and could see a rabbit moving
on the ground a mile below even in the moonlight.
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| About the wargs: |
Maddened and angry they were leaping and howling round the trunks,
and cursing the dwarves in their horrible language, with their
tongues hanging out, and their eyes shining as red and fierce
as the flames.
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Chapter 7 Queer Lodgings
| About the bees of Beorn: |
There was a buzzing and a whirring and a droning in the air.
Bees were busy everywhere. And such bees! Bilbo had never seen
anything like them. … They were bigger than hornets. The drones
were bigger than your thumb, a good deal, and the band of yellow
on their deep black bodies shone like fiery gold.
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| About Beorn: |
Standing near was a huge man with a thick black beard and hair,
and great bare arms and legs with knotted muscles. He was clothed
in a tunic of wool down to his knees, and was leaning on a large
axe.
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| About honey and mead: | At last Gandalf pushed away his plate and jug
– he had eaten two whole loaves (with masses of butter and honey
and clotted cream) and drunk at least a quart of mead – and
he took out his pipe.
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Chapter 8 Flies and Spiders
| About the forest: |
The nastiest things they saw were the cobwebs: dark dense cobwebs
with threads extraordinarily thick, often stretched from tree
to tree, or tangled in the lower branches on either side of
them.
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| Bilbo on top of a tree: |
The sun was shining brilliantly, and it was a long while before
he could bear it. When he could, he saw all round him a sea
of dark green, ruffled here and there by the breeze; and there
were everywhere hundreds of butterflies.
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| About Bilbo | He beat the creature off with his hands – it
was trying to poison him to keep him quiet, as small spiders
do to flies – until he remembered his sword and drew it out.
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| About Bilbo | He felt a different person, and much fiercer
and bolder in spite of an empty stomach, as he wiped his sword
on the grass and put it back into its sheath.
“I will give you a name,” he said to it, “and I shall call you Sting.”
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Chapter 9 Barrels Out of Bond
| About the dwarves: |
… their small knives, the only weapons they had, would have
been of no use against the arrows of the elves that could hit
a bird’s eye in the dark.
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Chapter 10 A Warm Welcome
| Thorin: |
“I am Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror King under the Mountain!”
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| Part of a song about the King under the Mountain: |
The King beneath the mountains,
The lord of silver fountains
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Chapter 11 On the Doorstep
| About the Desolation of the Dragon: |
Nothing moved in the waste, save the vapour and the water, and
every now and again a black and ominous crow. The only sound
was the sound of the stony water, and every now and again the
harsh croak of a bird. Balin shuddered.
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| Durin's Day: |
Then Thorin stepped up and drew the key on its chain from round
his neck. He put it to the hole. It fitted and it turned! Snap!
The gleam went out, the sun sank, the moon was gone, and evening
sprang into the sky.
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Chapter 12 Inside Information
| Bilbo: |
“… ‘Every worm has his weak spot’, as my father used to say,
though I am sure it was not from personal experience.”
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| Smaug: |
“My armour is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my
claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a
hurricane, and my breath death!”
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| Bilbo: | “Never laugh at live dragons, Bilbo you fool!”
he said to himself, and it became a favourite saying of his
later, and passed into a proverb.
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Chapter 13 Not at Home
| About Thorin: |
Royal indeed did Thorin look, clad in a coat of gold-plated
rings, with a silver-hafted axe in a belt crusted with scarlet
stones.
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Chapter 14 Fire and Water
| About Smaug: |
With a shriek that deafened men, felled trees and split stone,
Smaug shot spouting into the air, turned over and crashed down
from on high in ruin.
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Chapter 15 The Gathering of the Clouds
| Part of a song by the dwarves:: |
Under the Mountain dark and tall the King has come unto his hall! His foe is dead, the Worm of Dread, And ever so his foes shall fall.
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Chapter 16 A Thief in the Night
| About the Arkenstone: |
It was as if a globe had been filled with moonlight and hung
before them in a net woven of the glint of frosty stars.
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Chapter 17 The Clouds Burst
| About the dwarves of Dain: |
Each one of his folk was clad in a hauberk of steel mail that
hung to his knees, and his legs were covered with hose of a
fine and flexible metal mesh, …
In battle they wielded heavy two-handed mattocks; but each of them had also a short broad sword at his side and a round shield slung at his back. Their beards were forked and plaited and thrust into their belts. Their caps were of iron and they were shod with iron, and their faces were grim.
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Chapter 18 The Return Journey
| Thorin: |
“There is more in you of good than you know, child of the kindly
West. Some courage and some wisdom, blended in measure. If more
of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it
would be a merrier world. But sad or merry, I must leave it
now. Farewell!”
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| Gandalf: |
“Farewell! O Elvenking! … Merry be the greenwood, while the
world is yet young! And merry be all your folk!”
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| Elvenking | “Farewell! O Gandalf! … May you ever appear
where you are most needed and least expected!”
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Chapter 19 The Last Stage
| Part of a song by the elves: |
The stars are far brighter Than gems without measure The moon is far whiter Than silver in treasure: The fire is more shining On hearth in the glooming, Than gold won by mining, So why go a-roaming?
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| Gandalf and Bilbo in The End: | “You are a fine person, Mr Baggins, and I am
very fond of you; but you are only quite a little fellow in
a wide world after all!”
“Thank goodness!” said Bilbo laughing, and handed him the tobacco-jar. |