Chapter One : Bilbo Baggins

Bibo Baggins has a huge role in The Hobbit as Thorin Oakenshield and Co. 's burglar and saves them from many tight spots.

In this chapter we will go through some of his favorite sayings, songs, and poems most of wich are his own compositions.

 

• Whenever there is an uncomfortable situation bilbo will often think of his nice hobbit hole and will mutter this to himself: 

     

    " I wish I was in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beggining to sing!"

 

• While he was talking to smaug Bilbo remembered that it is best to confuse Smaug with riddles, so instead of talking normally about himself this is what he said:

      

     “I am the friend of bears and the guest of eagles. I am Ringwinner and Luckwearer; and I am Barrel-rider.”

      

     “I am the clue-finder, the web-cutter, the stinging fly. I was chosen for the lucky number”

 

      “I am he that buries his friends alive and drowns them and draws them alive again from the water. I came from the end of a bag, but               no bag went over me.”

 

Thorin's Song

 I have devoted a whole chapter to it beause it is quite long.

This song is about their home, the Lonely Mountain, And their lost treasure, and how Smaug uined it all.

 

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away ere brake of day

To seek the pale enchanted gold.

 

The dwarves of yore made mighty spells,

While hammers fell like ringing bells

In places deep, where dark things sleep,

In hollow halls beneath the fells.

 

For ancient king and evish lord

There many a gleaming golden hoard

They shaped and wrought , and light they caught

To hide in gems on hilt of sword.

 

On silver necklaces they strung

The flowering stars on crowns they hung

The dragon- fire, in twisted wire

They meshed the light of moon and sun.

 

Far over the misty mountains cold

To dungeons deep and caverns old

We must away, ere brake of day,

To claim our long forgotten gold.

 

Goblets they carved there for themselves

And harps of gold; where no man delves

There lay they long, and many a song 

Was sung unheard by men or elves.

 

The pines were roaring on the height,

The winds were moaning in the night.

The fire was red, it flaming spread;

The trees like torches blazed with light.

 

The bels were ringing in the dale

And men looked up with faces pale;

The dragon's ire more fierce than fire

Laid low their towers and houses frail.

 

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;

The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.

They fled their hall to dying fall

Beneath his feet , beneath the moon.

 

Far over the misty mountains grim

To dungeons deep and caverns dim

We must away, ere brake of day,

To win our harps and gold from him!

Bilbo's Walking Song

Roads go ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.

Images and maps

                                         

                                           The dwarves, as they sail towards their long lost home, The Lonely Mountain.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                        Smaug, as he sleeps in his treasury.

 

                                                               

                                                         The original map from the hobbit by Christopher Tolkien

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 02.12.2020

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