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, nor 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.
It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill—The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another. No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage. The best rooms were all on the left-hand side (going in), for these were the only ones to have windows, deep-set round windows looking over his garden, and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river.
That is an exert from The Hobbit, The enchanting prelude to The Lord of the Rings
I am so excited about my Valentine, I mean Galentine’s Day weekend trip we have planned. For those who may not know, it is a nonofficial holiday, celebrated as a day for “ladies celebrating ladies.” We are going hiking and Hobbit House hunting. I have been reading J.R.R. Tolkien to be ready.
“Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.”
I think prehaps, I might have some Tookish in me as well for there has been whispers of a little piece of the Shire is hidden behind a plant nursery in Port Orchard, Washington and I intend to find it.
“There is nothing like looking, if you want to find something…You certainly usually find something, if you look, but it is not always quite the something you were after.”
What is a Hobbit?
I am super excited about what adventure Saturday holds with my friends I have made here in Washington. I hope each of you have a memorial Valentine’s Day this year and if you didn’t…try to make it special for someone else. Joy and Happiness is in the journey, it is never a destination. Read the book when you get a chance! It is full of great lines!
Oh, and here is a little song for you while you are out on your weekend adventure: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sHjv0GS-f8Q When life’s giving you a hard time and you feel as though you’re being overcome, come back here, watch this video, close your eyes and listen to it again. Let peace and serenity enter your heart once more. This song makes me homesick for a place I have never been before.
“May the wind under your wings bear you where the sun sails and the moon walks.”