The HOBBIT: Episode 1 . The Hobbit, or There and Back Again by J.R.R Tolkien is my favorite book. I'm a very big fan of Bilbo and the dwarves and their journey to the Erebor... So I decided to post a LEGO version. I know that it is a hard piece of work, so every advice or ideas for characters and locations are welcome. (This time I sadly used the wrong camera settings, but after episode 3 they will be better. And yes, the door to Bag End should be green.... XD) Enjoy! .
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. The hole was on the top of a hill and the hobbit's name was Baggins.
The Bagginses had lived in the neighbourhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and people considered them very respectable, not only because most of them were rich, but also because they never had any adventures or did anything unexpected.
This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected...
'Oh! Good Morning!'
What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?'
'Um... All of them at once. And a very fine morning for a pipe of tobacco out of doors, into the bargain.'
'Thank you, but I don't have time for it, today. I'm looking for someone to participate on an adventure, and I can tell you that it is very hard to find one.'
'I can understand this very well. We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner! I can't think what anybody sees in them. Good Morning! We do not want any adventures here, thank you!'
'What a lot of things you do use Good morning for! Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won't be good till I move off.'
'Not a bit, sir! Please tell me your name. I don't think that I know it.'
'You know it, although you don't remember that it is my name. I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me! To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I was selling buttons at the door!' 'Gandalf!', said Bilbo. 'Good gracious me! Not the fellow who used to tell such wonderful tales at parties, about dragons and goblins and giants and the rescue of princesses and the unexpected luck of widows' sons?'
'I'm happy to hear that you remember me at all. In fact, I will go as far as to send you on this adventure. Very amusing for me, very good for you - and profitable too, very likely, if you ever get over it.'
'Sorry! I don't want any adventures, thank you. Not today. Good morning! But, please come to tea – any time you like! Why not tomorrow?'
With that, the hobbit turned and scuttled inside his round green door, and shut it as quickly as he dared, not to seem rude. Wizards after all are wizards.
'Phew... Oh! - what on earth did I invite him to tea for?'
To be continued...