J. R. R. Tolkien The Hobbit

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CHAPTER ONE

An Unexpected Party

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms

and a bad smell, nor yet a dry, sandy hole with nothing in it: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means

comfort.

It had a round door like a porthole, painted green with a shiny yellow brass knob in the middle.

Behind the door there was a hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke. On the

floor there were carpets and chairs, and on the walls there were lots of pegs for hats and coats -

the hobbit liked visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going into the side of the hill - The Hill, as

all the people for many miles round called it - and many little round doors opened out of it, first

on one side and then on another. Bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries, wardrobes, kitchens,

dining-rooms, all were on the same floor. The best rooms were all on the left-hand side,

because only they had windows, round windows looking over his garden and meadows, going

down to the river.