"Don’t pussy out on me now. they don’t know. they don’t know shit. you’re not gonna get hurt. you’re fucking Barretta. they believe every fucking word ‘cause you’re super cool."
As they sang the hobbit felt the love of beautiful things made by hands and by cunning and by magic moving through him, a fierce and jealous love, the desire of the hearts of dwarves. Then something Tookish woke up inside him, and he wished to go and see the great mountains, and hear the pine-trees and the waterfalls, and explore the caves, and wear a sword instead of a walking-stick.
© The Hobbit by John Ronald Reuel Tolkien
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