The Hobbit Hole III - Journey to the Cross-roads!

[HairOfTheDog]

Welcome to The Hobbit Hole!

Journey to the Cross-roads
The Two Towers Edition

Come on! Come in! -if you would like to have some seedcakes and a pint and relax a while. (If it is a special occasion, we still have a few bottles of the old wineyards left!)

Our first thread ( New Zealander builds Hobbit hole ) reached 4,100 posts, and we thought that was big. Our second thread (The New Hobbit Hole ) held us for over 48,000 posts, and we loved it dearly. We talked about moving to a new thread for the last 38,000 posts, but we are really slow to muster! Finally, the time has come. Tomorrow (at 12:01 am, to be precise!) The Two Towers comes out, and we start a new chapter.

[Wneighbor]

I am not a radio. But I play one on tv.

On that note, perhaps I should hasten to say I probably don't even "play the radio" very well. In one of my old junker pickups there was no radio.... so I used to sing. My ex-husband tried to make me get out and walk home from Mississippi because I can't *really* sing either.

[2Jedismom]

Did you know that I once played a tune on my whistle in the car while Steve was driving? He didn't speak to me for 3 days.

[Wneighbor]

How old is your daughter? It's Hobbit instead of LoTR but what about "break the dishes crack the plates that's what Bilbo Baggins hates?"

[Wneighbor]

But the question is.......... did you continue to serenade Steve during that 3 days? I think it might have been needed.

oh. maybe that's why you're married now and i'm not. you didn't keep serenading did you?

[2Jedismom]

This one?

There is an inn, a merry old inn
beneath an old grey hill,
And there they brew a beer so brown
That the Man in the Moon himself came down
one night to drink his fill.

The ostler has a tipsy cat
that plays a five-stringed fiddle;
And up and down he runs his bow,
Now squeaking high, now purring low,
now sawing in the middle.

The landlord keeps a little dog
that is mighty fond of jokes;
When there's good cheer among the guests,
He cocks an ear at all the jests
and laughs until he chokes.

They also keep a horned cow
as proud as any queen;
But music turns her head like ale,
And makes her wave her tufted tail
and dance upon the green.

And O! the rows of silver dishes
and the store of silver spoons!
For Sunday there's a special pair,
And these they polish up with care
on Saturday afternoons.

The Man in the Moon was drinking deep,
and the cat began to wail;
A dish and a spoon on the table danced,
The cow in the garden madly pranced,
and the little dog chased his tail.

The Man in the Moon took another mug,
and then rolled beneath his chair;
And there he dozed and dreamed of ale,
Till in the sky the stars were pale,
and dawn was in the air.

Then the ostler said to his tipsy cat:
‘The white horses of the Moon,
They neigh and champ their silver bits;
But their master's been and drowned his wits,
and the Sun'll be rising soon!’

So the cat on his fiddle played hey-diddle-diddle,
a jig that would wake the dead:
He squeaked and sawed and quickened the tune,
While the landlord shook the Man in the Moon:
'It's after three!' he said.

They rolled the Man slowly up the hill
and bundled him into the Moon,
While his horses galloped up in rear,
And the cow came capering like a deer,
and a dish ran up with the spoon.

Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle;
the dog began to roar,
The cow and the horses stood on their heads;
The guests all bounded from their beds
and danced upon the floor.

With a ping and a pong the fiddle-strings broke!
the cow jumped over the Moon,
And the little dog laughed to see such fun,
And the Saturday dish went off at a run
with the silver Sunday spoon.

The round Moon rolled behind the hill
as the Sun raised up her head.
She hardly believed her fiery eyes;
For though it was day, to her surprise
they all went back to bed!

[2Jedismom]

No. I feared for my life. ;-)

Just kidding. He really hates my whistle-playing. It's ok, because that didn't come with the package he thought he was getting...he didn't marry a whistle-player! I just took this up in May. I was a bit disappointed that he didn't like it, but I've gotten over it and just practice when he's not around.

He just likes news talk radio. No music.

[ksen]

How about the song that Frodo sings at Bree?

You mean the "Hey! Ho! to the bottle I go" song?

I don't think that one will go over in church so well.

[2Jedismom]

I think she means the one I posted above...

Still probably wouldn't go over well in church...but if it were me, I do it anyway!

[ksen]

My daughter is twelve.

[Wneighbor]

I love that one. Definitely... she should do that one.

[Wneighbor]

Well, either of my daughters at 12 would have fit the break the dishes crack the plates scenario. They didn't ever break much... but at that age.... I was always wary. And I didn't use the good china when they were washing.

[Overtaxed]

Yeah...that's the one.

[Overtaxed]

No...the one where the cow jumps over the moot....er...moon.

[HairOfTheDog]

I think it all started when Hair fixed Frodo... But was he in heat at the time?

No no... I was fixing his standee. He was at risk of being floppy.

[Wneighbor]

Still probably wouldn't go over well in church...but if it were me, I do it anyway!

Hmmm. I think we think too much alike.

but, i'd have still played my whistle for 3 days. poor steve.

[Wneighbor]

No no... I was fixing his standee. He was at risk of being floppy.

Sounds like that's when he was at risk of being neutered.

[HairOfTheDog]

I don't see how that would have improved the situation!

[Corin Stormhands]

He was at risk of being floppy.

That's what he gets for spending so much time with elves...

[rightwingreligiousfanatic]

96 HOURS UNTIL MINNESOTA MINIMOOT

Eden Prairie Applebees

Be there or be mootless...

[g'nad]

psssst.... she was talkin' 'bout his hair... not... well... yuh know....