Our class text this term, after a team effort by the teachers to get hold of enough copies, is the wonderful: The Hobbit by JRR Tolkein. A fantasy adventure, using wonderful imagery and language, this is a tale that will grip you and inspire you to write your own fantastical journeys into the depths of darkness, where pale creatures lurk…
What do you think of the book?
Can you share some of your Hobbit-inspired stories?
Were there any words or phrases in the novel which caught your attention?
Why do you think The Hobbit is such a popular classic of English literature?
One Hobbit
The diminutive figure cast its mischievous brown eyes over to the larder… Jeremiah Jinx had spotted something. Reaching out eagerly, the minute Hobbit greedily grabbed a biscuit, stuffing it into his watering mouth. Sighing contentedly, Jeremiah collapsed into his favourite armchair; an assortment of photographs and paintings hung proudly on the wall beside him. Somewhere close by, a bird screeched. “Coming, Joey, coming!” cried the Hobbit, stumbling along his corridor. A beautiful blue phoenix with shining feathers was resting on a table. Joey was Jeremiah’s pride and joy, the two were inseparable. The phoenix affectionately pecked his master, its shimmering shape soaring gracefully around the room.
After he had proceeded to feeding Joey, there came a loud, rather impatient knock on the Hobbit’s oak door. When he opened it, a tiny green goblin stood, waiting in front of him, with a long piece of paper trailing behind him. Trying desperately to sound important, but if you have an awfully high-pitched voice, doing so is impossible, the little goblin started reading a never-ending list from the paper. Eventually, he finished abruptly. “… therefore it is absolutely necessary that you come with us immediately!” squeaked the green figure. “I-I-I d-don’t understand!” cried the poor Hobbit, almost in tears. “Oh enough dilly dallying, just meet us at the Witches’ Teeth pub, at seven o’clock, sharp, our Goblin King requires your presence!” demanded the creature. Now, Jeremiah was an obedient fellow, and liked to be prompt, so the last weary thought that crossed his mind was ‘Seven, sharp, the Witches Teeth pub, oh dearie me, oh mother of mercy, what have I gotten myself into?’ However, Jeremiah though that ‘Goblin King’ sounded rather important, so he decided he had better turn up. Only after several hours did the Hobbit finally drift off to sleep, with one word drifting across his brain: adventure!
A short figure with a mass of curly brown hair suddenly jolted awake. An immediate feeling of panic washed over Jeremiah, it all came back to him; the pint-size goblin, the Witches’ Teeth pub… Screaming loudly, the Hobbit leapt out of his bed, and frantically looked at his pocket watch. Six o’clock. Breathing a sigh of relief, he hurriedly got dressed and reluctantly walked out of his beautiful oak door. When he reached the pub -a nasty tumbledown one at that – the tiny green goblin was already there. Beside him stood six others, who each wore a small leather jacket, with ‘Oaker and co’ embroidered on it. A tall, important-looking creature with a solid gold crown placed precisely on its head stepped forward.
After he had been introduced to all of the other goblins- Dwaler, Bawler, Rexley, Vexley, Oxal and Oaker (the Goblin King) – Jeremiah had rudely demanded that Vexley, the diminutive goblin, tell him ‘what on earth was going on?’ Clearing his throat, Vexley explained that John Jinx (Jeremiah’s father) was the ‘Keeper of the Sword’, and in being so, was the only one who had the ability to kill Oragnee, the dreaded half-point dragon. Oragnee, and this was no surprise, was trying to viciously wipe out the entire species of goblins and dwarves living, destroying their houses and stealing their riches. “We have to go on a quest, see? And he is your father, so we thought you might know where he is, see? We need to find him and help him kill Oragnee, see?” squeaked Vexley.
“WHY DO YOU ALWAYS HAVE TO SAY SEE, AND JUST START BRINGING ME INTO BUISNESS THAT IS BARELY ANYTHING TO DO WITH ME?” roared Jeremiah, shaking. Then, crying pitifully, he explained that he was sorry, and that it was just all too much to bear.
The Hobbit
Chapter 1
Exercise Scheme
A hobbit in a village, far far away expected to become a village hero; his name is Rimmy Doublechin. He has pure black hair and brown eyes. Rimmy was used to relaxing at his hobbit home and having no guests visit. He one day was eating a chicken wing from his daily meal from the chicken shop. Rimmy said, “Yummm…this is very tasty! May be I should go out for exercise to lose weight.”
When he was walking around the park, exercising every 20 seconds, he started getting mysterious visions of himself going on a quest with a few companions and killing Smaug (the dragon). “I’ve been getting some strange visions lately,” Rimmy thought to himself. “I’m getting quite hungry,” whispered Rimmy. He imagined what he would look like in the future. “Wow I look thin, I have two mega swords and I look like an adventurer…WAIT…an adventurer!” shouted Rimmy, in such a loud voice that everybody near him jumped.
Chapter 2
Unexpected Guests
When Rimmy got home from his weight control scheme, he felt tedious. Soon a knock on the door awoke him from his drowsiness; he bolted to the other side of the hallway to open the door. When Rimmy got to the door in a flash, he opened the door carefully but the unexpected guests swiped the door open with their mighty arms and rushed in. “HEY!” shouted Rimmy, as he hurried after them. The guests sat in the neat sofa and explained everything that was happening. “By the way my name is Ktan and my two other friends are Kyle and Kenny,” Ktan said, as he was pointing to each of them.
“My name is Rimmy, you can call me Rim if you want,” exclaimed Rimmy. The conversation went on for hours and hours but finally Rimmy agreed to help them on their journey to a chest of diamonds and gold, hidden in Smaug the dragon’s layer. “Could we get some sleep here since it is dark now?” asked the three of the guests. “Well……Ok,” answered Rimmy in a calm voice.
Hours passed with snoring filling the house but at eight o clock in the morning, the sitting room had 4 people inside it. “We should have breakfast at the chicken and chip shop” said Rimmy excitedly. So they went to the nearest chicken shop.
Firenze the Feared
Atnas sat idly smoking a clay pipe; the hobbit had just finished baking some delicious seed cakes. He looked at his to-do list:
-Bake cake (done)
-Clean attic
He hobbled up the slippery slope to the dusty attic; looking at the cobwebs, letters and boxes strewn over the floor, he sighed. Picking up a creased letter he set to work, huffing and puffing like an unfit dog. Finally he picked up a dark, royal purple parchment; in swirly silver lettering it read: The Summoning Charm
Incanta, inchanta
Bring me those elves
Stupidly he muttered the words; an icy blue mist enveloped the room, and then in a blink of an eye was gone. Three elves surrounded him carrying carefully crafted swords, and bendy bows. “Ah, I knew you’d find that spell,” said the tall elf.
“Well…. hello,” Atnas stammered, edging his way to the rusty door.
“Ain’t he polite,” whispered another elf under his breath.
“Do come and have some of my delicacies,” said the hobbit anxiously.
The elves, it seemed, didn’t want anything to do with tea and cake, but wanted something entirely different. They talked for a long while; sometimes Atnas would gasp and fall to his knees, sometimes he would clutch the air, like he was trying to bring someone to life.
“See you tomorrow then,” said the wise elf, thrusting a pale golden pocket watch in Atnas’ hand, and proceeding out the door like royalty. The twinkle in his sapphire-blue eyes made Atnas feel as if he didn’t know the whole story.
Now, there is a lot of explaining to do… Atnas was a plump man, who lived in the lush green valleys of New Neayland; his house wound almost straight into the hill, with many rooms of colour and clothes.
The three elves had asked him to take a magical silver key, to open a chest full of enchanting treasures
The Lost Treasure of Bogshield Bagsbottom
In an ordinary village, on top of an ordinary hill, in an ordinary house, lived a not-so-ordinary person, in fact, not even a ‘person’ at all.
Bobbin Bagsbottom accidentally knocked his hot mug off of his low table – this was laden with seed cakes, fruit cakes, carrot cakes blueberry muffins, lemon muffins, muffins with seeds, fruit tarts, apple pies, meat pies, buttered bread, strawberry jam, raspberry jam and all sorts of beverages ranging from lemonade to hot chocolate. Although it seemed it, no guests were due to arrive. Anyway, despite the racket he made, this was not unusual to Bobbin’s pestered neighbours. Bobbin was a gnome you see (much bigger than the type you would find in your garden), and gnomes are always prone to being clumsy.
When Bobbin had fulfilled his large appetite (to an extent that he assumed respectable), he pleasured himself with a light stroll by the stream in Blue-Water Forest; surprisingly he was the green-fingered type! As he peacefully ambled along, he didn’t realise the tiniest twig sticking up from the lustrous grass. Unfortunately he tumbled head over heels, banged his head and fell asleep.
What had happened? Bobbin didn’t know. Where was he? Bobbin didn’t know. What had happened? Bobbin did not know.
The Hobbit is a very good book to read in KS2 because it has all that vocabulary that you might never have heard of and it has lots of tension and suspense which make you fell worried and scared, but also attached to the book.
My favourite part in the Hobbit is when all thirteen dwarves (Bifur, Bufur, Bombur, Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Fili, Kili, Balin, Dwalin and Thorin Oakenshield) have arrived at their old kingdom of their people: the Lonely Mountain! And when they do get inside the mountain a terrible beast with ‘armour like tenfold shields, teeth are swords, claws spears, the shock of the tail a thunderbolt, wings a hurricane and breath death’ : a dragon, the almighty Smaug! I enjoyed the part in the story when Bilbo is sent by the dwarves to face the dragon, when Mr Baggins is down in the hall full of long lost treasure with a dragon asleep on it’s plunder; then Smaug awakes and Bilbo is forced to talk to the dragon in a polite way or be transformed into ash in a red flash.
I like this part because the way Bilbo addresses Smaug is: O Smaug the Mighty, O Smaug the Chiefest and Greatest of Calamities etc… The way J.R.R Tolkien creates tension is very clever as Bilbo is being polite whereas Smaug is being rude and proud, this makes the reader think: will Bilbo escape Smaug’s hate of dwarves alive? When I was reading the part when Smaug was talking to Bilbo, I felt like the small hobbit facing a million-tonned dragon with humongous, deadly weapons, therefore I was scared for Bilbo and because of terrible Smaug and his flamed mouth that could make Bilbo into a very small snack.
I really enjoyed that part of the Hobbit, I recommend J.R.R Tolkien as an author for children over ten years of age.
Also my favourite chapter is 10 because it’s when they get really close to finding Smaug the dragon and getting treasure!
The Hobbit
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, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort. I like the beginning of the book because it describes where Bilbo lives and it makes me feel engaged in the rest of the story.
My favorite part of The Hobbit, is when 13 dwarves come to Biblo’s house for tea; it was so unexpected. They invite themselves in, saying gratefully,”at your service,” and bowing so low their beards were trailing the ground. I like the way they help themselves to poor Mr Baggin’s pantry, cellar and drinks; they roam around like it was their own house.
My favorite part in the Hobbit is the breath-taking scene when Bilbo Baggins- the unlikely hero- meets Gollum, an odd, lonely creature, with slimy grey skin and a horrible personality. In this part of the story, Bilbo has unfortunately lost his friends, and the powerful wizard, Gandalf. Bilbo searches for a way out of the evil goblins’ lair, but cannot find one. He finds himself in Gollum’s hidden cave, and Gollum says he will only help the Hobbit find his way out if he can solve the slimy creature’s riddles. And so a compromise was made: if Bilbo failed to guess the answer, Gollum would kill him. If Gollum failed to guess the answer, he would show Bilbo the way out. The reason why this is my favorite part is because it makes me feel extremely anticipated, and really engages the reader. While I read this tense scene, I had one question drifting across my mind: Would Bilbo eventually find the way out?
My favorite section of the Hobbit is when Bilbo and Gollum are guessing the answer to each other’s riddle in the sinister, eerie night. Some of my favorite riddles are: ‘thirty white horses on a red hill, first they champ, then they stamp, then they stand still.’ Answer: teeth ; ‘alive without breath, as cold as death; never thirsty, ever drinking, all in mail never clinking.’ Answer: fish.
I really like it because the riddles are extremely clever; in addition, in the rest of the book the fighting is physical, however, this is a battle of the mind-which is almost as strong and powerful.
My favourite part of the Hobbit is when Bilbo is escaping the elf castle with the other dwarves, Bilbo is invisible as he has a special ring, he escape as he follows the elf guards who are going down to the cellar to get some special wine for the elf King’s feast. But how did they get trapped? Well, Thorin accidently enters the circle of light then falls asleep and is dragged towards the elf castle. The elf King questions Thorin about where he was going but he refuses to answer, so he gets thrown down into to the dungeon. J.R.R Tolkien engages the reader by creating tension using: short sentences and clauses. If you like adventures read the Hobbit.
This is a story about a goblin called Jumping Jack. He was going on an adventure which was a matter of life and death.
Jumping Jack the Goblin was a goblin like no other. He loved practical jokes as well as being a mind reader. Jack was also wealthy as he wore an elevated top hat and a splendid, radiant tie also a clown flower next to his tie. Jack lived in a wealthy goblin hole where his house was spotless, clean, non-filthy and there was not a speck of dust anywhere. He also had a wealthy pocket-watch which he broke as he was a joker. But, there was one fear that Jumping Jack had and that was… ADVENTURES. This goblin was like no other goblin. On Saturday, Jumping Jack was cooking bacon with a jubilant smile on his face…
The Hobbit
My favorite part of The Hobbit is a few pages long, but the piece I will share with you is when Bilbo Baggins is lost in the goblin’s cave, stuck with a Gollum. Gollum agrees to show Bilbo the way out if he can not guess one of Bilbo’s riddles in three turns (it is on page 88). This is one that Bilbo says:
An eye in a blue face
Saw an eye in a green face
“That eye is like to this eye”
Said the first eye
“But low in place
Not in high place.”
This puzzled Gollum. Although he finally got the answer.
I like this bit of the book because the author says at points “Of course you knew that,” but the fact is, I didn’t. All the riddles are very confusing!
The Hobbit
I like the bit when Bilbo needs to save the dwarves from the gigantic spiders. He has to make riddles on the spot because he needs to lead the spiders away from the dwarves. Bilbo ran out of spaces to hide so he ran to the dwarves and un-tied them with his sword. After the spiders ran back to the dwarves and saw Bilbo and when all the dwarves were un-tied they had a battle with the gigantic spider, with spiders using their web and Bilbo and the dwarves using swords.
I like this part because it is really exciting and you don’t know what is going to happen next.Would you like to read this. Would you reccomend it? I would. Why would you like to read it?
All that the expecting Bilbo saw that morning was an old man with a staff. He had a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, a silver scarf over which his long white beard hung down to his waist and immense black boots. “Good morning!” said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun was shining, and the grass was very green. But Gandalf looked at him from under long bushy eyebrows that stuck out further than the brim of his shady hat.
“What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning, whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?”
“All of them at once,” said Bilbo.
This is my favorite part of the Hobbit because it gives you so much information when you read it very carefully. I firstly deduced that Gandalf was mysterious, magical man, due to the fact he wore a pointed hat, cloak and carried a staff. He might be a type of person who goes on a lot of adventures, because he is wearing boots. When Bilbo asked him a simple question, he responded in a very unusual, complex way, so he could be a sharp-minded character.
My favourite part of The Hobbit is when the dwarves start calling each other ‘booby’ because it is funny and makes me laugh. It makes me feel happy!
“In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with 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. It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow door knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats – he was very fond of visitors.”
This passage from the story is my favourite because you can infer a lot from it just by the description from the author; the special thing about this passage is the author doesn’t tell you what he wants you to get out from the book, he lets you infer from the text and figure it out by yourself, for example: when he said that the door knob was in the exact middle it shows that the hobbit like everything to be perfect, or when he said he has a lot of pegs for coats, the author lets you infer that he is fond of visitors before he actually tells you. This passage makes me wonder whether there are anymore hobbits in the world-even though I know there aren’t – because authors usually use their experience to write a book, so it makes me wonder are there any hobbits in the world? What does it make you wonder or feel?
My favourite part of the book was when the trolls were arguing with each other; this was because Gandalf – the magical wizard – was in the bushes saying things and the trolls, who are very stupid, thought it was one of them speaking. It was hilarious!
The Hobbit is a wonderful book that really catches the reader’s attention. All the characters from the burly Beorn to the great Gandalf, is evidence that J.R.R Tolkein surpasses himself in the category of making-up successful characters. My favourite chapter in the book is Barrels out of Bond, in which comical scenes are depicted. There is one thing the writer does very well, and that is on page 226 in the edition that I have. ‘Down into the water he fell, splash! into the cold dark water with a barrel on top of him. He came up again spluttering and clinging to the wood like a rat, but for all his efforts he could not scramble on top. Every time he tried, the barrel rolled round and ducked him under again.’ This extract gives you a clear vision of a desperate, little, human-like creature trying to keep himself afloat! It is rather funny, don’t you think? If I saw this in real life I would probably laugh quite a bit.
The Hobbit is an excellent book for all the ages. The vocabulary is one one of the most stand-out things in the the book. One of the greatest parts of the book, even though I think it’s all great, is when the giant spider is trapping Bilbo (the hero). The whole story is unexpected, at first it seems really plain, but soon you are taken away on the journey of a lifetime. You’re in caves with goblins, you’re riding alongside wizards on a pony!
The Hobbit
So far my favorite part is, when the dwarves and Gandalf (the wizard) are at Bilbo house. Then dwarves and Gandalf sing a very happy song. The song is about what will happen on the journey, which Bilbo will go on.
Class 6 I am so impressed with your Hobbit-inspired stories and your reflections on the book.
Reading about Jeremiah Jinx, Rimmy Doublechin, Atnas and Bobbin Bagsbottom has inspired me to re-read the Hobbit. I completely agree that Tolkien is a joy to read because he does not patronise his readers, instead encouraging them to infer meaning from the text.
I spent a lot of time reading your work on the literacy board too. The fact that you have written such incredible stories demonstrates that you have not only understood The Hobbit but that you have enjoyed reading it.
The only time I was disappointed was when your stories came to an end; you created such interesting characters that I wanted to know what happened on the next stage of their adventures.
Fantastic!
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, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down or to eat: it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort. It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened onto 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 hat and coats-the hobbit was fond of visitors. This is my favourite passage from the book because, you can infer a lot about the hole the hobbit lives in just by the description!
Jumping Jack the Goblin
This is a story about a goblin called Jumping Jack. He was going on an adventure which was a matter of life and death.
Chapter 1
Jumping Jack the Goblin was a goblin like no other. He loved practical jokes as well as being a mind reader. Jack was also wealthy as he wore an elevated top hat and a splendid, radiant tie (also a clown flower next to his tie). Jack lived in a wealthy goblin hole where his house was a spotless, clean and non-filthy; there was not a speck of dust anywhere. He also had a wealthy pocket-watch which he broke as he was a joker. But, there was one fear that Jumping Jack had and that was… ADVENTURES. This goblin was like no other goblin. On Saturday, Jumping Jack was cooking bacon with a jubilant smile on his face…
Chapter 2
As he was cooking he heard a loud bang at the door and Jumping Jack, joker as he was, sprang to the door and answered it. It was Gandhi a wizard with a cloud like beard, a pointy hat just like a witch’s hat and a staff which he could lean on. Before Jack answered the door Gandhi had put a rune (a magical x) on Jack’s door. As Gandhi came in also came in a dwarf half the height of Jack, who was 4 ft. As Gandhi and dwarf Kali just sat down with a big humph there was another loud bang at the door and this time it was another dwarf but called Mali. Jack then became confused as another bang at the door was committed. Then came in two dwarves named Fling and Ding. As the four dwarves gathered together, they had already started singing a song which Jack never understood, as it was in dwarf. Jack was soon warned about an adventure as Gandhi had told him that this adventure was a matter of life and death and he may never return.
Chapter3
The facial expression on Jack’s face had told the whole story, as he was absolutely afraid of adventures. Jack was nervous inside and along with the nerves came butterflies, which made him sick. Gandhi had now passed the map to the dwarves, a magical gem and a sword to Jack who almost felt better after putting on his gear. Gandhi had told them they could only use the magical gem twice: once for using it in difficult situations and twice for slaying the dragon or coming home – and if they came to a mountain with tunnels they should always take a left turn or they would run into a poisoning flower which eats everything in its sight. Also he reminded them that they were doing this to capture the dragon’s (Smog’s) gold and turn him into dust which would banish him from the earth forever. But Jack and the dwarves had already left and yet were already at the rivers that swallow (wash them away).
Chapter 4
As the last dwarf made it across rivers that swallow, they started walking through the forests of doom and by the looks of it none of them were happy as these forests weren’t some ordinary forests. These forests contained the creatures of the dark. As they approached the forests their nerves started to get the better of them. As they looked around nervously, they could hear the sound of crunching leaves behind them. They turned their head around in fear before they ducked as a vine of the thorns of death came swinging at their heads. Jack started to get really nervous as he was nearly killed alongside the dwarves who were also shacking in fear in case the thorns of death came swinging down at them, which would have been sure to kill them straight away. Jack and the four dwarves started to walk, crouched down, as they had finally crawled out of the forests of doom and into one of the world’s biggest and toughest mountains to pass. Once Gandhi had led Jack and the dwarves, through a magical phone, they had all started to tremble with fear. But, not all news was bad, as Gandhi had told Jack that he could do pranks (which could only help)and the dwarves could sing a song which could only predict the future of the mission.
Chapter 5
As Jumping Jack and the dwarves had eventually come to Smog the dragon’s home, they were exhausted and decided to camp outside. Tomorrow they would slay Smog once and for all and banish him for all eternity. As the dwarves snoozed, Jack was already up and practising using his sword (also tactics on how to slay Smog, who was just burning a live solider who had come 2 years before Jack and the dwarves). Dwarf Kili had just opened his eyes and caught a glimpse of Jack throwing his sword accurately at a dummy which Jack had brought, but decided not to tell anyone, as he thought that they would call him a baby. As nightfall approached, Smog had woken as Mali had ‘accidently’ smashed Smog’s vase – actually a rather beautiful vase – which Smog decided to keep as it reminded him of his mum who was slayed 3 years before by Jack’s granddad Jumping Jelly-Jack. Smog, who was in fury, broke down his door and approached Jack and the dwarves. Jack then said to Mali in an not-happy-joker voice, “Oh well done Mali; you just had to go and break Smog’s vase.”
“Sorry it was an accident I didn’t mean to break it…I am terribly sorry Smog,” said Mali in a dishearted voice.
“Sorry doesn’t change anything – now we’ve got to slay Smog!” shouted Fling to Mali, who was far away from Fling. Gandhi then told the dwarves that they could magically escape because Gandhi had given them the ring which they haven’t used yet and there went there dwarves. Had they left Jack, terrified of Smog, there to slay him alone? Well that was the answer: yes, as the dwarves and Gandhi were watching his every move.
The first move went to Smog as he lunged at Jack, only missing him by a few millimetres and just scratching off one of Jack’s happy buttons. The next move also went to Smog, but this time Jack leaped out of the way and was still in the game to banish Smog once and for all. The next surprising move went to Jack, as for once he had used his joker flower, which surprisingly had a lot of effect and Smog roared in pain and just stumbled backwards a little but was still ready to demolish Jack and join him with some other soldiers into Smog’s castle of doom! The next move wanted to go to Jack as he leaped up into the air with his sword zooming down at Smog but Smog simply swiped Jack out of the way with Jack crashing to ground with a loud boom as he landed head first.
Blood started to drip down Jack the joker’s face.
Jack used all his effort just to get off the ground. He somehow found his feet but in the process he had dropped his sword. Jack started to remember that his sword was a famous sword, as this sword has killed many dragons before and was also used by his granddad Jumping Jelly-Jack who killed Smog’s brother in an easy fight as Smog’s brother wanted to give himself in. Jack’s granddad opted for a fight which ended with a lot of blood, as granddad Jelly-Jack had killed every bit of him as he gladly took the gold and returned it to where it belonged and that was the goblin home. Jack remembered what his granddad had said and that was: “If you ever feel like giving up against a dragon, then don’t find their weak spot – which is their head and eye, aim for there.”
Jack picked up his sword and was ready for whatever Smog had to throw at him. Talking of throwing, Smog threw one of the soldiers at Jack, but Jack simply dodged it not once, not twice, but three times. Jack had his turn and sprinted to Smog who tried to swipe Jack again but Jack simply wasn’t having it and jumped over the sweeping tail of Smog and lashed at the back of Smog’s head. Smog roared in pain.
Chapter6
In a flash, Gandhi came and assisted Jack by giving him another sword but this one was extended and more powerful. Gandhi vanished in a flash leaving Jack with an easy job to do. As Smog tripped over one of the soldiers which Jack left, Jack said to not-so-terrifying Smog, “You will be defeated and I will capture your gold which you stole; in doing so you killed so many hobbits and goblins!” Smog replied losing strength and breath, “But you stole our treasure first and so we wanted our treasure back.” Jack had had enough of Smog and wanted to eliminate Smog as soon as possible, as Smog had killed Jack’s mum and dad while he was trying to steal back his treasure.
Jack picked up both his swords and stabbed Smog and banished him from Jack’s world forever. Gandhi sent out a vortex and Jack jumped through and returned to his home to find everything in its exact place, with all the oak chairs around the table with a cup of tea just made in the middle.
Where Are My Buttons?
One ordinary hobbit. One extraordinary journey. One unexpected hero… but let’s start from the beginning.
Larry comfortably settled down, in his favourite auburn armchair, by his crackling fire with a mouth-watering cake(chocolate) in front of him on the mahogany, intricately decorated table. Larry Smellyhose licked his lips- an expression of pure delight was painted on his sallow face. Just then, there was a knock at the door, miserably Larry abandoned his cake (that was practically calling his name) and hastily hurried to the door to accuse the person who had just his afternoon treat. Panting slightly Larry opened his verdant-coloured door to reveal a very tall and cheerful man. He wore a bright, colourful robe; a lopsided wizard’s hat and a smile so broad Larry had to move his eyes to see it all. Larry was glad to see the stranger was clasping a pipe and the smoke rings encircled his head like a wreath- Larry was extremely fond of pipe and tobacco!
“I’m Flitwick, please may I come in?” Larry managed nothing more than a mute whimper but stood aside nevertheless. The terrified hobbit cautiously showed Flitwick into the living room where the cake was prominently placed. Flitwick continuously interrogated Larry on his family and father( who was very unique because he went on adventures)all of which Larry answered with a mere squeak. Just as Larry was getting used to the pitiful man, he asked Larry to look into the flickering fire. Larry obeyed. He saw a person that looked like him slaying an immense dragon, bewildered by why he was being shown his father or grandfather, he noticed something. He put his hand to his forehead and gaped. He was the only person in his family who had an instantly recognisable birthmark on his forehead. The fighter had the exact same birthmark in the exact same place.
“This could be you. Don’t you want to grasp dignity like your ancestors,” at this Larry straightened his back, head held high, “ Be unique like those before you, don’t be an idle coward. Now pack your bags, come on there,” Flitwick eagerly glared at Larry who wore a determined mien. Larry nodded and scuttled from the room. Half an hour later Larry was scampering down the stairs with spare pipes, tobacco and hankies. Rapidly, counting his bags and stuffing extra (not practical) items into his baggage, Larry was trying to wipe away the bea-ds of sweat trickling down his magenta face. Eventually, “I’m ready!”
Larry and Flitwick were gently riding- Larry riding a minute pony and Flitwick riding a white steed- when Flitwick abruptly halted outside the village pub. Inquisitively, Larry clambered off his chestnut-coloured hose and followed Flitwick inside the pub. Wasn’t it too early to drink? Inside, there were three diminutive- and by the looks of it cantakerous- dwarves sat at a round table. Unexpectedly, when they noticed Flitwick and Larry had arrived they sprang up and bowed very low indeed. “Our companions,” his azure eyes twinkled at the dwarves, “Now do you have it?” Flitwick spoke directly to the dwarves with a solemn expression on his face. They nodded. One of the dwarves handed Flitwick a duck-egg-blue box; Flitwick’s grin resumed as everyone was introduced.
Together they cantered on: Larry, Flitwick, Kmep, Femp and Lemp; its was not until they had erected a temporary camp when the box was explained. It was a pen. What’s so special about that, you may ask. Well it was no mundane pen, when uncapped it would become a long, slender bronze sword, in addition it would always return to the possessor even if purloined. Larry, awe-struck, gaped. Kemp waddled over and shut Larry’s mouth. After a brief dinner- much to Larry’s disappointment not a large one, the talk arrived at the objective. They were to retrieve long-forgotten gold for the dwarf king. The obstacles were: vast, deserted moutains teeming with brawny trolls, raging rivers that only few have managed to make it across and a plundering dragon that protects a wad of gold. With these nightmares securely installed in Larry’s head, the pioneers drifted off to sleep because at the crack of dawn they would be on the road again.
Larry snatched open his eyes. The others were loading the horses. Half-asleep, Larry packed up his belongings and scramblet onto his restless pony- Flitwick’s eminent, hoary stallion behind.
They set off!
Only stopping for meagre meals they were making excellend progress. By twilight they were at the foot of the mountain infested by horrendous trolls. The full silvery moon eerily drooped over the mountain and a cloak of mist was sagged on its shoulders. There was a sinister silence round the mountain. Not a breath of wind, not a woot of an owl, not a snap of a twig. They cautiously journeyed through the perilous and narrow paths of the mountain. Finally that found a wide section of the rock-strewn path where a vast boulder overhang to provide shelter. Larry nestled down, unable to sleep. A tempestuous storm was howling and rain lashed in every direction so the sarsen was no use at all. Crash! The trolls were out. Throwing gigantic rocks for fun. Everytime one hit the ground the whole mountain rumbled vehemently. Drenched and perishing cold Larry was able to sleep for a couple of hours. Until…
A colossal eye was glaring at them. Trembling and terror-stricken, Larry shook his comapions, however, they just continued snoring. Stanchly Larry fumbled in his pockets for the pen, seized off the lid and heroically stabbed the eye. The troll wailed and roared in agony as it lurched and staggered. Larry edged closer and gouged it again. The howl of pain came again. The troll blindly lashed at Larry, who, in the last split second, ducked. Immediately, the troll was making endless attempts to grab Larry. The serrated claws of the troll were approaching and Larry was tripping over the various food cans scattered on the floor to realise. But then a flamboyant emerald streak was flowing past Larry. He turned. There was Flitwick. Larry had never seen him concentrating so hard on a powerful spell. He was overpowering the troll. It was dead! As it smacked the ground the deafening rumble was the last one they would hear… probably.
At the crack of dawn the group were trekking through the colossal colony of mountains and towards a well-known river. Not known for its tranquil banks; not known for the beautiful hue; it was known for being ruthless. Yes, it is the notorious river Agrona. Brrrr. It’s name is only spoken among those who dare. It’s white horses hurl through the water. A couple of hours later they wrrived at the bank. Larry gulped. The callous waves stampeded past them at a petrifying speed. There were no bridges. There were no boats. There was only one way: build a raft. Now, we should pity them, they would have to build an extremely robust raft out of the scarce materials they had.
Together they collected wood and tied it all together. They all climbed on and the savage waves were thrusting them about as if playing a very energetic game of throw and catch. Then when they were hurtling above the waves Larry lost his balance and plunged into the rapids. Being an appaling swimmer he started to drown and drifted away from the raft, while feebly struggling. Flitwick submerged himself into the ice-cold water and swam vigorously towards Larry (who was almost breathless). When Flitwick reached he clasped Larry around the waist as they desperately swam to the other side of the river. Exhausted and alarmed Flitwick hauled them both on the shore, carrying Larry like a sack of potatoes. Shortly after Kamp, Femp and Lemp arrived still stationary on the raft.
Fatigue was overcoming them, however, they knew the dragon was close. The atmosphere had become ominous and eerie. By dusk they had journeyed to the outskirts of the dungeon where the ferocious dragon dwelled. Soon they established a camp everyone was weary, so sleep came easily. As soon as the millions of golden arrows were pointing at their site, they were awake and prepared to fight. They silently plodded to the dungeons, when hundreds of menacing goblins gushed out of a hole in the ground. Larry and the dwarves grasped their swords and leapt off their whinnying horses. The clashing of swords and shrieks of acute pain were frequent as if it had been recorded and replayed over and over and over again. Larry was scything the goblins with his now vermillion sword; soon all the malicious goblins had been massacred (mostly by Flitwick who used his magic). Larry had survived with only a cut lip but Flitwick- who seemed to have been the target- was suffering from many wounds.
Steadily, they approached the paranormal dungeons; skulking along the dim tunnels- not suited for some with claustrophobia- even the mutest sound would cause the dragon to attack. The abominable tunnels had ended and they were face to face with a bloodcurdling, puce dragon. Larry timidly shuffled back and crashed into Lemp, who shrieked in surprise.
The silence was broken! The dragon shot fiery, crimson fire at them. In panic they frantically rummaged for their swords. Larry approached the beast first. He courageously impaled the dragon. In anguish, the marauding dragon again breathed fire and the sparks were rushing towards them. The group ducked. Then the dragon used a different tactic. It stooped its head and charged at them, the conical and saw-toothed fangs bared. Larry leaped back, but the dragon was nimble. The teeth tore Larry’s shirt and grazed his chest. Scarlet blood was was trickling down his stomach. Larry didn’t care – nor did he care about his lost shirt buttons!
Flitwick was battling with all his might. Green flashes would swipe pastLarry and as a result the dragon would be in excruciating pain. In the end, though, it was Kemp, Femp and Lemp who saved the day. They were also skirmishing with their drawn swords, which were almost as tall as them. The foreboding dragon conjured up a gigantic fire storm to heave at them. Ash-grey smoke was filling the dungeon. The fire had passed by Larry’s side Larry, who was spluttering and coughing, could perceive two protrubent eyes cold with wickedness. Suddenly, the dragon striked at them with jagged teeth. Larry spun around to watch Flitwick create a fatal spell…
He wasn’t there. A sprawled body was motionless on the ground. With Kemp,Femp and Lemp still battling Larry hurried over to Flitwick’s body. The man who had saved Larry twice; the man who sacrificed himself to save reckless hobbits; the wizard who was audacious, wise and heroic, was dead! Larry solemnly embraced his warm-hearted prescence for a final time. He vowed to take him homeo to give him a proper goodbye. Then Flitwick’s words echoed in his mind, “ Don’t you want some dignity?” Courage spurred inside Larry. While the juvenile dwarves kept the dragon distracted, Larry took the opportunity to swipe his sword and sever the head. The dragon was dead!
Larry scurried to the gleaming chest and hauled it along the floor. Beckoned for the dwarves to carry Flitwick and intrepidly exited the dungeons. They journeyed back over the seething river (no-one fell in); back through the moutains( a savage troll did not disturb them) and home. As soon as they returned home the dwarves left to take the gold to the dwarf king who was elated and rewarded Larry with three wishes. Larry’s wishes were: Flitwick to be cherished and remembered; the dwarves to be greatly rewarded in the dwarf community; and for himself an unlimited supply of hankies, tobacco and shirt buttons. They were granted.
Larry was considered perculiar and a bit crazy by his neighbours initially but then they revered him and he became a significant figure. To this day Larry still uncaps his pen and a sword sprouts from the nib.
The Hidden Hobgoblin
Chapter 1: The extraordinary journey
Her long brown hair fell into her light blue eyes as she began to sweep the cavern, for the third time that morning. Most caverns are dusty, smelly and gloomy, but her cave was not like any other; it had polished chairs made of old oak and freshly dusted portraits of her elders, which gazed down on her sinisterly from the perfectly plastered walls. She had whole rooms devoted to food; pantries, which were nearly exploding with pastries, pies and preserves. Sapphire, Sapphire Scent was her name.
The Adventures of Bobo Biblo!
Chapter 1: A knock at the door
The hobbit was cautiously standing outside his house, smoking a pipe, wondering what this grey day would hold. His name was Bobo Biblo. He lived in a hole, a hobbit hole – with a dull grey door and brass knob. When the door opened -it opened to a hall shape as a tunnel, where panelled gold walls shone, polished floors (which where tiled)glistened, and gold, heavy hooks protruded from the walls, to hang coats.
He was a haughty hobbit, who lived alone, mainly because of his obnoxious personality and mean ways. Bobo usually wore a black top hat and cloak, with smart work trousers, polished shoes, a pocket watch and handkerchief. But today he just wore his pyjamas.
All of a sudden, there was a loud BANG at the door. He asked who it was, but there is no answer. He slowly and calmly approached the round door. When he opened the door, a dozen (or more) little dwarves rapidly hurried in; then they began to take their coats off, showing off about their different badges, where they had different leagues. There was: Alin, Blin, Berry, Terry, Kerri and Lerri. There were of course many more, along with the famous prince of dwarves Theon, wealthy son of the famous King, Theo. There was also Bandolf, well-known wizard and friend of Mr Bilbo’s Grand-father, the most adventurous and audacious Mr Jaggins. They all got comfortable.
Chapter 2: The journey
Because there were so many greedy dwarves, Bobo was forced to wait on them-feeding them seed cakes, mutton and ale. Soon after, when washing up, Bobo was able to make out a few words that the dwarves were singing: ‘misty mountains…dragons…fire…trolls and Gold!’ When he heard the pitchy singing stop, he quietly-but hurriedly- rushed to the door and could hear what they were saying. They wanted him to come on a journey with them, and be the burglar. He collapsed.
He woke up, not in house, but on a beautiful white pony, laden with paraphernalia. He was flummoxed as to why he was on this journey, and was about to ask Theon when he saw Bandolf. Bobo was shocked of why such an elderly man would come on a journey like this, then he began to say the wizard’s name-when all of a sudden, Bobo was blown off the pony. He was thrown recklessly around. And found himself in the muddy woods, all alone. He slowly and wearily began to get up. When suddenly, he found himself involved in a battle!
Chapter 3: The trolls
Three Trolls were arguing whether too eat him, or boil him for later. Mr Biblo soon found himself witnessing a fight. Two trolls grabbed each other’s shoulders. One got hold of a huge log and began to tear them apart. Bobo took this as a chance to show the others (who included: Alin, Blin, Terry, Kerri, Lerri, Theon and Bandolf), that if they really wanted a burglar, then they’d got one. Firstly, he started to quietly walk up to the first troll, who was called Garry, and put his diminutive hand into his large pocket. Suddenly, he was grabbed by the neck and lifted up into the air. “What are you doing?” asked the second troll, who was Larry, but Bobo didn’t answer.
Theon heard this racket, so he and the others followed the trail of mud, and found themselves stood behind a willow-breathing like tigers. After a while, Theon sent dwarf after dwarf, pony after pony, to save the hopeless Bobo; until it was up to Theon himself to save him, and sadly they all found themselves tied up sacks,(finding it hard to breathe), apart from Bobo.
Soon, he was bravely helping Bandolf (the only other not tied up), play a trick on the trolls. They made extremely annoying noises, which the trolls thought were each other, and soon (after dawn) the trolls turned to stone. Although Bobo and Bandolf saved the day, instead of thanking them, they all began whining, asking why did he have to have landed in the mud, and though he (for the first time) humbly tried to explain that he had got thrown carelessly off the pony, they all looked at him in disgrace and carried on their journey-without any ponies.
However, Bandolf soon stopped and wearily announced that they would need to stop, and look for a place to stay. While they all sighed and split up into search parties, but, out of nowhere, Bobo holds up a gold, heavy key (just like the hooks in his beautiful house, where he used to calmly and peacefully sit in front of the fire place, with a pint-or more- of ale), and said: “Would this be any use?” and the dwarves looked at him and cheered loudly. Bandolf explained that this must be the key to the trolls cave, and remembering that he had got out of those wet, muddy pyjamas, Bobo was able to run easier, wearing an over-sized purple cloak and hat.
Chapter 4: The Castle
They soon found the cave and camped there over night. They were able to find some unbitten mutton, along with a barrel of ale, and some clothes, that the trolls would have not fit into. The next morning they were (once again), crossing misty mountains, forests and lakes. After sadly losing Terry, everyone was in a bad mood. He had fallen off an unstable bridge and had been hurt very seriously. Meanwhile, they saw a castle…
They all panicked. They were all bewildered at the fact they were this close to getting their treasure back. Several dwarves were recklessly running about, trembling. Until one dwarf (who was the clumsy Alin) fell in a gully! Bandolf grunted, so the dwarves took this as their chance to step aside. You could tell Bandolf was angry because he said things like: “What is this outlandish behaviour?” And, “This is not comic relief!” Although Bandolf was tempted to leave the childish Alin behind, before they came on the trip, they made a deal to never leave a man behind.
After (when they had finally gotten Alin out of the gully), Bandolf announced that he would have to go the remainder of the journey themselves. Though they all moaned and groaned and whined – it was no use. The dwarves and Bobo continued the trek up the mountain alone. Bobo kept on complaining that he hadn’t eaten days, meanwhile the flummoxed dwarves were trying to figure out how to enter the castle, but were charmed by the beautiful cooking of the village people.
Chapter 5: Arrived
The next day they carried on their journey, with the hobbit stumping behind them. After two days (or more), they all finally made it up the mountain, to the castle. Bobo put his hands in his ripped pocket, as it was extremely cold. When they entered the castle, it was a miserable building, filled with the stench of cold-blood. When the dwarves turned round to see if Bobo was there, they couldn’t see him. They tried calling his name-and he answered- but they couldn’t see or hear him.
Soon after Bobo realised that when he put his hands in pockets, an invisible ring slipped on his hand, which must of also come out of the troll’s pocket. The dragon was fire-red, with thick scales escalating up his enormous back. The dwarves took turns to try and slay the dragon, but it was no use. Until it was finally Bobo’s turn. He slipped on the ring and went in.
Chapter 6: Fighting and memories
We slowly were walking up to the creature. I lifted my sword to slay the dragon. She had my back. We lift our swords and make our plan. As we begin to walk closer, she disappears behind me. I am alone. I still walk up to the dragon, wishing she was here with me, but he has won. The dragon has won.
The hobbit was thrown to and fro. Slapped about. And thrown off the dragon. It wasn’t till a bit later Bobo realised that the ring had dropped off. Bobo wanted to kill the dragon, since it had killed his parents. So he climbed up the dragon. Pulled out his dagger. And killed the dragon!
Chapter 7: Cheering and Clapping!
On the way home, Mr Biblo was cheered and carried. They even met Bandolf, who bought even more beautiful ponies, once again laden with paraphilia, but Bobo never complained! Back in the village there was a feast, where everyone cheered and clapped for Bobo (and his friends).
After the feast, Bandolf made a speech. He awarded all the dwarves their fair amount of precious gold-he also gave them higher league badge each – though Theon was very disappointed that he had not quite yet reached the highest league. When it was the true hero’s turn, the whole community cheered and clapped – once again.
Bandolf then awarded Bobo his share of the money, and the highest league badge! Theon was miserable. The village once again went wild. Maybe Bobo was a true hero, he just hadn’t realised!
By Julianna
Class 6
I enjoyed reading your Hobbit stories Class 6. They are AMAZING! You should be proud of your excellent work.
I’ve never read the Hobbit before and I’m not in Class 6 but I was inspired by your fascinating stories and tried to give it a go:
Hector Brown slumped in a nearby armchair by the crackling fire. He had just swept his entire smial twice over and felt utterly exhausted! Suddenly his nose twitched and he jumped up realising just how hungry he was. As he tottered to the kitchen on his short stubby legs he ran headfirst into Olo Tunneler, his flatmate.
“Oi! Where d’ya fink you’re goin’?” He moaned in his grumpy voice. Olo was not a very friendly companion. His face was always screwed up but they both shared a love of one peculiar thing. Custard creams.
“Um…to the…” Hector gulped uneasily. “…the…er…well…”
“Make your mind up!” Said Olo impatiently.
“…uh…to…the…kitchen…!” He squealed worriedly. Olo squinted at him suspiciously.
“Alright. But you’d better not be feastin’ on my custard creams.” Hector gulped. That was exactly what he had been intending to do. Olo gave him one last look before slouching into his room moodily. Hector waited until every last inch of Olo’s heavy lump of a body before suddenly sprinting silently into the kitchen.
Hector Brown was a hobbit. He had soft blonde hair that was crying out for a haircut and a small face with big brown eyes.
Hector slipped into the cupboard and started to explore the many shelves laden with foods of every kind! He stuck his nose into every nook and cranny searching for his favourite treat when suddenly a huge hulk-like shadow fell over him dismally. It was Olo. He whipped the large packet out of Hector’s trembling hands cruelly.
“So…custard creams…do you think I’m an idiot?” Hector was itching to say yes but he kept his mouth shut tightly. He looked down at his leather shoes in shame.
“Want one?” Said Olo suddenly in a sweet voice, holding out the packet to him. Hector did not realise that it was fake until he reached out his hand. Olo slapped it angrily. Hector recoiled his hand immediately and winced. “Get out of my kitchen!” He screamed in fury. This wasn’t fair as it was as much Hector’s as it was Olo’s but he scurried out anyway. Hector raced up to his room and leaped onto his bed. Slowly, two bitter tears oozed out of the edges of his eyes. He wiped them away hurriedly with a beautiful lilac handkerchief. Suddenly the window was flung open and an extremely rare sapphire blue firebird was stood perching daintily on the windowsill. Hector jumped up in shock. The firebird spoke.
“Do not be scared of me Hector Brown. I am Sky the rain phoenix. I have to come to ask for your company on a quest I am due to take on next full moon.” The bird’s voice was soft and it made Hector feel powerful and brave.
“What quest?” Hector asked, a puzzled look overcoming his curious face.
“Deep in an icy cavern millions of miles away is a ferocious dragon by the name of Hawkthorn. As a youngster, he would shoot fire at his friends and kill anyone who dared to stand up to him. His parents were two mighty dragons which I am very sure you will know…Icebramble and Lightspark.” Hector gasped. Everyone knew who they were. The wicked duo had been killed by a stunning wizard named Austin Sirius and his loyal companion Dora Rose. Dora Rose had soft brown hair and big blue eyes. Her lips were pink and her cheeks were pale pink.
“Also accompanying you is Austin Sirius and Dora Rose.” Hector’s mouth fell open in amazement. He shut it suddenly.
“I…I’ll come!” He stammered but before he could say anything else the door opened. And there stood Olo.
That’s all I’ve written so far but I hope you enjoy it!