“Up the trees quick!” cried Gandalf; and they ran to the trees at the edge of the glade, hunting for those that had branches fairly low, or were slender enough to swarm up. They found them as quick as ever they could, you can guess; and up they went as high as ever they could trust the branches. You would have laughed (from a safe distance), if you had seen the dwarves sitting up in the trees with their beards dangling down, like old gentlemen gone cracked and playing at being boys. Fili and Kili were at the top of a tall larch like an enormous Christmas tree. Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, and Gloin were more comfortable in a huge pine with regular branches sticking out at intervals like the spokes of a wheel. Bifur, Bofur, Bombur, and Thorin were in another. Dwalin and Balin had swarmed up a tall slender fir with few branches and were trying to find a place to sit in the greenery of the topmost boughs. Gandalf, who was a good deal taller than the others, had found a tree into which they could not climb, a large pine standing at the very edge of the glade. He was quite hidden in its boughs, but you could see his eyes gleaming in the moon as he peeped out.
The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien
The bolded part, of course, puts to mind only this image:
courtesy of Hungoverowls on tumblrWell, I finished reading The Hobbit.
It was good times! I noticed near the end that
SPOILER Tolkien couldn't resist himself an Epic Battle
SPOILER ENDS but it had good parts.
Final notes:
1. Killing lizards is no way to form a government, you fools.
2. This book talked more about food than most cookbooks.
3. Motherfucking la-la-lallies!
Not sure what I'll read next. I've downloaded Pride and Prejudice and Alice in Wonderland, but I may read something done this century instead.
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