Character: Bilbo Baggins. Page 1

But you're only a little fellow in a wide world.

One day I will remember. Remember everything that happened. The good, the bad. Those who survived and those who did not.

- Rich trophy you will bring to the Shire..
- Well, once he grows up, and looking on it, I will remember. About everything: bad and good, that I was lucky enough to return home.

I may be a thief, but still honest thief.

I know dwarves are stubborn, hard-nosed and impossible. They are suspicious, secretive, and manners they do worse. But they are kind and very loyal.

- You're so vain. Bad luck.
I don't believe in omens. We do make our luck.

Wow, what a sad thing to win...

I hope you don't go on until dinner? asked Bilbo politely to her most nenastoychiv tone.
- In any case! - said Thorin. - We and after dinner, don't go.

- Why should we believe this smuggler?
- Bard. His name is Bard.
How do you know?
- Well, well, well... I asked him.

Will pozarastali trouble bylem,
The blade flashes again
And King will name the king
In honor of the king of a...

- Good morning.
- What do you mean? Wish me a good morning? Or claim that the morning and no matter what I think of him? Or maybe you want to say that I experienced the kindness of this morning? Or do you think that should all be good this morning?

- Sorry, it's a doily, not a dish rag!
But she's all full of holes!
Is it supposed to look like, this is patterned embroidery!

Sitting in front of kamelek
And think about how
In the summer as the wings of a butterfly
Played on a flower.
As the autumn leaves swept
Pesky sometimes
Like cobwebs on the temples
Considered my age.
I'm on fire look. With the heat
Wake up world of Wonderland.
And after winter spring will come,
But I won't here.
I don't see beauty,
Every year new.
Because every year the grass grows,
But different grass!
Draws the flame kamelka
Heroes from the past,
And those who the world will see our
Coming behind us, following.
About the time that was "before"
I think grieving.
Forever Smolka steps
Behind the door I hear.
I call the past back.
And in my memory
Sound like before voice
Returned friends.

Why did you come back?
Are you doubting me, I know. And always doubted. You're right, I often think of home. I miss the books. In my armchair and garden. Yes, my place is there. This is my home. So I came back, because you don't have it. Home. He was taken from you. And I will help you to get it back.