Category: the hobbit

laura's mathom house 2022-09-23 07:58:11

maximum-mom:

maximum-mom:

I want an online quiz that assigns you a hobbit family last name. Are you a Baggins? A Took? I want fist fights over who is assigned what in true fellowship fashion.

Welp. I found a quiz. Here it is.

But also, fuck this quiz! I’m ready to throw hands! (As the prophecy foretold. And it was my own damn prophecy.)

Let me know your results and if you’re ready to throw hands about it? Just don’t fight me. I didn’t make the quiz.

perhaps-mr-collins-has-a-cousin:Good morning to those who wish people a good morning, those who mean…

perhaps-mr-collins-has-a-cousin:

Good morning to those who wish people a good morning, those who mean that it is a good morning whether anyone wants it or not, those who feel good this morning, those who feel it is a morning to be good on, those who suppose they mean all of these at once when they say good morning, those smoking a pipe of tobacco out of doors in the morning, and those who never thought they’d see the day they’d be good-morninged by Belladonna Took’s son.

“Indeed Bilbo found he had lost more than spoons – he had lost his reputation. It is true that for…”

“Indeed Bilbo found he had lost more than spoons - he had lost his reputation. It is true that for ever after he remained an elf-friend, and had the honour of dwarves, wizards, and all such folk as ever passed that way; but he was no longer quite respectable. He was in fact held by all the hobbits of the neighbourhood to be ‘queer’- except by his nephews and nieces on the Took side, but even they were not encouraged in their friendship by their elders. I am sorry to say he did not mind. He was quite content; and the sound of the kettle on his hearth was ever after more musical than it had been even in the quiet days before the Unexpected Party. His sword he hung over the mantelpiece. His coat of mail was arranged on a stand in the hall (until he lent it to a Museum). His gold and silver was largely spent in presents, both useful and extravagant - which to a certain extent accounts for the affection of his nephews and his nieces. His magic ring he kept a great secret, for he chiefly used it when unpleasant callers came. He took to writing poetry and visiting the elves; and though many shook their heads and touched their foreheads and said “Poor old Baggins!” and though few believed any of his tales, he remained very happy to the end of his days, and those were extraordinarily long.”

- J.R.R. Tolkien, The Hobbit.