بریده‌های کتاب The Hobbit

"If ever you are passing my way," said Bilbo, "don't wait to knock! Tea is at four; but any of you are welcome at any time!"

his name is Beorn. He is very strong, and he is a skin-changer.

A goblin's head was stuck outside the gate and a warg-skin was nailed to a tree just beyond. Beorn was a fierce enemy. But now he was their friend...

"Hush!" said Gandalf. "Let Thorin speak!" And this is how Thorin began.

No sign was there of post or lintel or threshold, nor any sign of bar or bolt or key-hole, yet they did not doubt that they had found the door at last.

.... The streams shall run in gladness, The lakes shall shine and burn, All sorrow fail and sadness At the Mountain-king's return!

Bilbo knelt on one knee filled with sorrow. "Farewell, King under the Mountain!" ... Yet I am glad that I have shared in your perils-that has been more than any Baggins deserve.

If I say he is a Burglar, a Burglar he is, or will be when the time comes.

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. |Thorin|

... and Elrond the master of the house was their chief. He was as noble and as fair in face as an elf-lord, strong as a warrior, as wise as a wizard, as venerable as a king of dwarves, and as kind as summer.

So began a battle that none had expected; and it was called the Battle of Five Armies. And it was very terrible. Upon one side were the Goblins and the Wild Wolves, and upon the other were Elves and Men and Dwarves.

It is almost dark so that it's vastness can only be dimly guessed, but rising from the near side of the rocky floor there is a great glow. The glow of Smaug!

Why, O why did I ever leave my Hobbit-hole!" said" poor Mr. Baggins bumping up and down on Bombur's back.

"And here's the burglar!" said Bilbo stepping down into the middle of them, and slipping off the ring.

... suddenly his hand met what felt like a tiny ring of cold metal lying on the floor of the tunnel. It was a turning point in his career, but he did not know it. He put the ring in his pocket almost without thinking; certainly it did not seem of any particular use at the moment.

... Far over the misty mountains grim To dungeons deep and caverns dim We must away, ere break of day, To win our harps and gold from him!

Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good one? - all of them at once

There was a hiss, a gushing whirl, and then silence. And that was the end of Smaug and Esgaroth, but not of Bard.

I am Thorin son of Thrain son of Thror King under the Mountain! I return!

I wish I was at home in my nice hole by the fire, with the kettle just beginning to sing!