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To: lepton
Definitely atypical hobbits.

Not really. According to Tolkien...

Nonetheless, ease and peace had left this people still curiously tough.They were, if it came to it, difficult to daunt or to kill; and they were, perhaps, so unwearyingly fond of good things not least because they could, when put to it, do without them, and could survive rough handling by grief, foe, or weather in a way that astonished those who did not know them well and looked no further than their bellies and their well-fed faces. Though slow to quarrel, and for sport killing nothing that lived, they were doughty at bay, and at need could still handle arms. They shot well with the bow, for they were keen-eyed and sure at the mark. Not only with bows and arrows. If any Hobbit stooped for a stone, it was well to get quickly under cover, as all trespassing beasts knew very well.

You don't want to mess with a pissed-off Hobbit!

7 posted on 12/21/2006 2:58:14 PM PST by Redcloak (Speak softly and wear a loud shirt.)
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To: Redcloak
My relatives came by way of indentured servitude. And the other side of the family were convicts.

Good hearty stock, all.

8 posted on 12/21/2006 3:07:47 PM PST by CT
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To: Redcloak
If any Hobbit stooped for a stone, it was well to get quickly under cover, as all trespassing beasts knew very well.

Maybe they were prototyping some kind of prehistoric Australian precursor to gun control, but the hobbits did not fall for it (when stones are outlawed, only outlaws will have stones)...

12 posted on 12/22/2006 3:49:33 AM PST by SteveH (First they ignore you. Then they laugh at you. Then they fight you. Then you win.)
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