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H is for Hobbits, in particular Bilbo Baggins

“H” is for “Hob­bit.”

I would like to intro­duce you to a dear friend of mine that lives in another land very far away from most us called, “Mid­dle Earth.”

It’s an odd place full of crea­tures most of you have prob­a­bly   never heard of. There are Dwarves, Eagles, (not your ordi­nary  one’s mind you), beau­ti­ful Elves, Ents; ancient trees that walk and talk, mor­tal men and women and my favorite peo­ple: Hob­bits also known as “Halflings” to the locals.

I was intro­duced to one of these Hob­bits when I was eleven years old and given a book, called “The Hob­bit” by a man named J.R.R. Tolkien who had spent quite a while in Mid­dle Earth and befriended my Hob­bit friend; Mr. Bilbo Bag­gins.

When I told Mr. Bag­gins I was par­tic­i­pat­ing in a blog with the let­ters of the alpha­bet fea­tured on a blog. Of course he had no idea what a blog or com­puter so I had to explain as best as I could what they both were. He was quite intrigued as he had never seen one but was excited that maybe some­day he would “meet” one of them, (his own words) so he could tell them about his mem­oir he was writ­ing. I told him I couldn’t imag­ine a bet­ter rep­re­sen­ta­tive for the let­ter “H” and so he was gra­cious enough to sit down for an inter­view for you, the dear readers.

Mr. Bag­gins grew up and lived in a very small town called “The Shire”. Here is an image of The Shire. It is a beau­ti­ful town, full of dar­ling lit­tle houses where other Hob­bits live, includ­ing Mr. Bag­gins nephew, Frodo who many of you have prob­a­bly seen along with Bilbo in the movie tril­ogy based on Tolkiens books movies called “Lord of the Rings.” The Hob­bits haven’t seen these movies as they don’t ven­ture from The Shire as they’re not par­tic­u­larly fond of adven­tures and are quite afraid of another race of beings that I haven’t men­tioned, called “The Orcs”. The Orcs are ene­mies of the Hob­bits and are evil. They were once men who fell under the rule of the most dreaded one of all, Sauron. I won’t go into much about him because he also fright­ens me and Bilbo wouldn’t approve of my talk­ing about him. So, on with the interview.

Me: Mr. Bag­gins, may I call you Bilbo? Would you mind telling me a lit­tle about your­self and your background?

Bilbo: Why of course dear child, you can cer­tainly call me Bilbo if I may refer to you as “Wendy”. (There we had set­tled the for­mal mat­ters.) I was born in this shire raised with my par­ents; Bungo Bag­gins and Bel­ladonna Took. We are quite a hardy race and remain quite close to our fam­i­lies all our lives. You see none of the other races, per­haps besides the Elves (men­tion­ing the Elves, he had this dreamy, far-away smile on his face) under­stand what mat­ters to us. Fam­ily, good grog, cel­e­bra­tions and books of course which is how I met my esteemed friend and con­fi­dante Mr. Tolkien, a won­der­ful chap by the way. The name “Hob­bits” comes from “the word “Hol­bytla” which trans­lates “hole-dweller” in Old Eng­lish,” (Hob­bit. (2010) Retrieved Sep­tem­ber 06, 2010, from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hobbit).

At this point, he rose out of his chair to fetch the tea he was mak­ing for the both of us. I asked him what the tea was made of and he chuck­led, “an old fam­ily recipe my dear. Hops, good for the con­sti­tu­tion, Lin­den flow­ers for taste, and Laven­der for its med­i­c­i­nal qual­i­ties. And of course, wild bee honey who live in juniper bushes and make the most deli­cious honey!” And indeed, the tea was the most lovely tea I had ever drank.

Mr. Bag­gins sat down with a fire gen­tly blaz­ing in the fire­place and we both lis­tened a minute to the rain pat­ter­ing on his win­dows. “It’s so beau­ti­ful here!” I sighed. I knew he and the other Hob­bits took a lot of pride in their land. “Oh, but we have had many threats and forces try to kill us all and rav­age the land for their evil pur­poses” He shud­dered here and I knew, of course, he was refer­ring to he Orcs. If you’re brave enough you can look at this pic­ture of the Orc’s but I warn you they’re quite scary to look at, much less think of.

I noticed he kept fin­ger­ing a ring that was from his vest picket that had some type of inscrip­tions on them that I had never seen before. I asked him if he minded telling me about this ring because it had such an unusual glow and qual­ity about it. At this, he low­ered his voice quite dra­mat­i­cally and told me that once long ago there were two of his kind, fish­ing, “Smeagol” and his best friend “Deagol”. Deagol was pulled into the water by a huge carp and when he emerged from the murky water had some­thing glis­ten­ing in his hand. This was “the ring”, one of many;

Three Rings for the Elven-kings under the sky,

Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,

Nine for Mor­tal Men doomed to die,

One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne

In the Land of Mor­dor where the Shad­ows lie.

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,

One Ring to bring them all and in the dark­ness bind them

In the Land of Mor­dor where the Shad­ows lie.

Appar­ently, these rings had a cer­tain power that could be used for good or evil.

Bilbo went on to tell me that Smeagol see­ing this ring, wanted it so bad, he begged his friend, Deagol for it and when Deagol wouldn’t hand it to him, Smeagol turned into this dark crea­ture, Gol­lum and killed his friend. You’ll have to read the book to find out how Bilbo out­wit­ted Gol­lum and took the ring and what hap­pens on his journey.

I could tell Bilbo was get­ting a bit weary and know­ing Hob­bits like I do knew that a daily nap was impor­tant for their wel­fare. So, I thanked Mr. Bag­gins for the tea, the com­pany, and his gra­cious­ness for the inter­view. And then I left Mid­dle Earth where I rushed imme­di­ately back to my own realm and here you see what transpired.

The book, “The Hob­bit” I read at least once a year along with the sequels where the adven­ture is focused on Bilbo’s nephew Frodo. Bilbo, of course, is still a major char­ac­ter along with a wiz­ard I even­tu­ally will be intro­duced to by the name of Gan­dalf the Good. I do hope you’ll read Mr. Tolkiens and lose your­self in them as I have. I guar­an­tee you won’t’ be dis­ap­pointed and will come to love Mr. Bag­gins and his fam­ily as much as I have. There are also quite a few other books writ­ten by J.R.R. Tolkien that I rec­om­mend equally. As I like to include videos in my posts when I can; I thought you might all enjoy a sneak peek into a movie about Bilbo’s life based on the book “The Hob­bit” which is to be released in the future.

I want to thank every­one who chose my blog to be ” a blog of note.” There were so many amaz­ing posts, I feel really honored.

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