This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected.
please don't cook me, kind sirs! I am a good cook myself, and cook better than I cook, if you see what I mean.
Far over misty mountains cold To dungeons deep and caverns old We must away, ere break of day, To find our long-forgotten gold.
She walks in starlight in another world
Float beyond the world of trees. Out into the whispering breeze, past the rushes, past the weeds, past the marsh's waving reeds.
My armor is like tenfold shields, my teeth are swords, my claws spears, the shock of my tail a thunderbolt, my wings a hurricane, and my breath death!
This thing all things devours: Birds, beasts, trees, flowers; Gnaws iron, bites steel; Grinds hard stones to meal; Slays king, ruins town, And beats high mountain down.
Victory after all, I suppose!.....Well, it seems a very gloomy business.