Tolkien Read-along: The Fellowship of the Ring
'May the stars shine upon the end of your road.'
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.
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“Oh, fine! Let’s just haul out our swords and start banging away at each other! That will solve everything! I’ve had it! I’ve had it with wobbly-legged, rum-soaked pirates!”