:JoRDiE BaBe’S BlOg

In a hole in the ground there lived a Hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty wet hole filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry bar sandy hole, with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort.

At the entrance of this hole was a small round like door painted neatly in green, as you entered this door you could see the walls were painted neatly with a musky green colour, the fireplace built with blackwood and covered in ashes from recent fires, windows surrounded the room letting in enormous amounts of light.