Sunday, 23 February 2014




First Chapter

An Unexpected Party
                                                               

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit:  not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, nor filled 

with the ends of worms and a muddy smell, nor yet a dry, empty, sandy hole, in 

which there is nothing to sit down on or to eat; but rather a hobbit-hole, therefore 

comfort.

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