For a long time, the boundary
between humans and animals has fascinated, and sometimes frightened, observers –
and hobbits, for all their oddities, are thoroughly human characters. To the eyes of, say, a dragon, hobbits might
appear as unpleasant, furtive creatures.
Bilbo lives a genteel life, but one could imagine great burrows full of them,
greedily hoarding piles of food, breeding like rabbits, tentatively exploring
the outside world, sending up vast clouds of smoke from their countless pipes
and endless cooking-fires. In such a
vision, the older powers of the world might look at swarms of furry-toed,
giggling hobbits with disdain and disgust – thinking them, as it were, little
more than rabbits with pocket watches.
Yet, fortunately, our hobbit’s home is “Not a nasty, dirty
wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare,
sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole,
and that means comfort.”
Image: Arthur Rackham
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