The Hobbit

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The Hobbit

There lived a hobbit in a hole in the ground. But mind you, it wasn’t a damp and dirty whole, nor was it one filled with the smell of mould or the scurry of crawling things. Instead, it was a tidy, comfortable hobbit hole, full of polished brass knobs; cozy armchairs; and abundant food. Bilbo Baggins was his name, and he liked his life simple, predictable, and without any bother.

He was a quiet hobbit, content with tea at four and supper at six. Adventures, to his mind, were highly overrated affairs. They were dangerous things that might lead to late meals, torn waistcoats, or something far worse. But fate, as it often does, had other ideas for Bilbo Baggins.

It all began one fine morning when Gandalf the wizard appeared at Bilbo’s front door. He was a tall figure in a grey cloak, and his hat was as wide as his shoulders, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Good morning!” Bilbo said cheerily, leaning on his doorframe.

“What do you mean?” replied Gandalf, his eyes narrowing in curiosity. “Do you wish me a good morning, or is it a morning to be good on?”

Bilbo blinked, already regretting his politeness. “It’s just a good morning—nothing more.”

“And a very fine one it is!” Gandalf chuckled. “But I have business here, my dear Bilbo. I am looking for someone to share an adventure with.”

“An adventure!” Bilbo cried, as though Gandalf had suggested setting fire to his garden. “No, no, no. Not me, thank you, for adventures make one late for dinner.”

“Quite right,” said Gandalf. “But perhaps this adventure will make you something more than you are.”

Bilbo tried to protest, but Gandalf was already gone, leaving behind nothing but an odd mark on Bilbo’s door. That evening, much to his dismay, thirteen dwarves arrived at his house uninvited, led by the mighty Thorin Oakenshield. They ate all his food, sang songs of treasure and far-off lands, and spoke of a great journey to reclaim their lost kingdom from the dragon Smaug.

Bilbo sat quietly, nursing his tea, and wondered how on earth his peaceful life had been so upended. “Surely they don’t expect me to go,” he whispered to himself.

But Gandalf leaned close, smiling as though he knew something Bilbo didn’t. “You are more than you know, dear Bilbo. There’s more in you than even you believe.”

And so, when the morning came, Bilbo found himself running down the lane, handkerchief forgotten, shouting, “Wait for me! I’m going on an adventure!”

The journey that followed was far from the comforts of his hobbit hole as there were no tea kettles or soft feather beds or warm fire or well-stocked pantries. Instead, there were towering mountains and dark forests, and also trolls who nearly made a meal of him. Bilbo’s feet were sore and clothes torn. Moreover, he was quite certain he would never be warm again.

“Why did I even leave home in the first place?” he muttered as he shivered under a rock one evening.

But as the days passed, something strange began to happen. Bilbo found that he was capable of things he had never imagined. When the company was caught by trolls, it was Bilbo who distracted them long enough for Gandalf to turn them to stone. And when goblins chased them deep underground, Bilbo slipped away, stumbling into a dark cavern where he met a strange, hissing creature named Gollum.

Gollum was wicked and sly, but Bilbo outwitted him in a battle of riddles and discovered something extraordinary—a small, golden ring. It seemed an ordinary trinket at first, but Bilbo tucked it into his pocket without knowing it would change his life forever.

By the time Bilbo emerged from the darkness of the goblin tunnels, he was altogether a different hobbit. The reason? He had now faced terror with courage and even survived. And for the first time in his life, he felt in himself a spark of courage.

As the journey continued, so did Bilbo’s personal growth. The company marched through creepy woods with giant spiders lurking in the corners. It was there that Bilbo, armed only with a small sword and his wits, saved the dwarves from becoming the spiders’ dinner, and that too, all alone.

“I’m definitely not the same hobbit who left home,” he thought while cutting through the spider webs. “And if I’ve come this far, I bet I can go farther.”

Even Thorin, who had doubted Bilbo from the start, began to see the little hobbit in a new light. “Perhaps there’s more to you than meets the eye,” Thorin said gruffly, though his praise was hard-earned.

Bilbo’s greatest test, however, awaited him in the Lonely Mountain, where Smaug the dragon lay sleeping atop his hoard of gold. Sneaking into the cavern alone, Bilbo faced the dragon’s fiery gaze, his hands trembling, his heart hammering in his chest.

But instead of turning back, he stepped forward.

“Who are you, little thief?” roared Smaug, his voice shaking the very walls.

Bilbo squared his shoulders. “I am the lucky number,” he said, “the barrel-rider, and the burglar. I am Bilbo Baggins of the Shire!”

His voice echoed with confidence, and even though the dragon’s rage was scary, Bilbo helped his company find a weak spot in the dragon’s armour, and he did so quite cleverly.

In the end, the journey was not just about the treasure, nor was it about fighting battles or winning against mighty dragons. It was rather about Bilbo and his self-discovery. He who had left his hobbit hole timid and uncertain, a small creature in a vast and frightening world, now returned home as stronger, braver, and wiser.

When he stood once more on the familiar green of the Shire, his home looked the same, yet he felt as though he were seeing it for the first time. The world was wider now—full of stories and beauty beyond the hills he had once feared to climb.

His neighbours whispered that he was “a bit odd” after his return. But Bilbo didn’t mind. He knew something they did not—that unexpected journeys, though uncomfortable and perilous, can lead to extraordinary growth.

Gandalf, as he bid Bilbo farewell, left him with a knowing smile. “You’re a very fine person, Mr. Baggins. And you’re quite a bit more than you were.”

Bilbo watched him go, feeling a strange sense of peace. He was still Bilbo Baggins of Bag End, a lover of good food and quiet evenings. But he was also something more—a hobbit who had walked with dwarves, spoken to dragons, and discovered his own courage.

And as he settled back into his armchair that evening, a cup of tea in hand, he realized something quite profound: sometimes, the best journeys are the ones we don’t expect.

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Syeda Izma Mashkoor

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02 Mar. 2025

Syeda Izma Mashkoor

Syeda Izma Mashkoor

I’m a passionate young writer with a flair for horror and fantasy, blending imagination with dedication in every story I create. Believing that talent means nothing without hard work, I strive daily to grow, challenge myself, and leave a mark through my words.

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