“Why, yes,” said Legolas. He had never seen a hobbit before, and was taken aback by the fierce expression on the small one’s kindly face. “May I have the pleasure—”
“Bilbo Baggins, at your service,” Bilbo replied, bowing, his eyes gleaming strangely. “At last I can pay you back for that rude disappearing act.” And he snatched Legolas’s plate of honey cakes. “How does that feel?”
Gandalf looked down upon the elf’s astonished face. “Never stand between a hobbit and his meal,” he declared solemnly.
From “Flies and Spiders,” The Hobbit
The smell of the roast meats was so enchanting that...every one of them got up and scrambled forwards into the ring with the one idea of begging for some food. No sooner had they first stepped into the clearing than all the lights went out as if by magic....
The smell of the roast meats was so enchanting that...every one of them got up and scrambled forwards into the ring with the one idea of begging for some food. No sooner had they first stepped into the clearing than all the lights went out as if by magic....