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. Grrr, !mrahil
It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. Grrr, !mrahil
This is about to be the most boring thread of all time. Taking my idea to the utter extreme. Two can play at that game. LOTR may be long, but... 1
That would hardly be a counter to you spamming the entire LOTR Hobbit book line by line. If we're going to try to out bore each other, attaching random pictures would be counterintuitive. I could spice it up though with random strings of numbers 54654546874655146
well lets continue then: The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats - the hobbit was fond of visitors. Grrr, !mrahil
The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill - The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it - and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another. Grrr, !mrahil