Never Laugh at Live Dragons: A Hobbit's tale, by Ty Hladilo

The hobbit is one of those books that starts a little bit slow, but then speeds up. The story revolves around a hobbit named Bilbo Baggins. Hobbits are small folk and they make their homes underground. Bilbo is a kind, respectable hobbit that never expected what was coming.

On one bright morning, his old friend Gandalf the wizard comes to visit him. Soon after that, when he hears a knock on his door and opens it, it is not Gandalf at the door, but standing in front of him is a dwarf. Within quick succession, 12 other dwarves and finally Gandalf appear at his doorstep. After providing great hospitality and a meal for his guests, they ask him to come on an adventure with them as a burglar. Being a hobbit (hobbits don't typically like adventures) he initially declines and Bilbo, Gandalf and the dwarves settle down for the night. The next morning, his guests have left, leaving behind only dirty dishes and a contract for the adventure.

Bilbo leaves his house behind and hurries after the dwarves. And such is the beginning of his adventure!

Bilbo and the dwarves face may things along the way including goblins, dragons, giant spiders and much more, but will they make it to the end to claim the vast riches in the dragon's mountain?

I recommend this book for anyone that likes fantasy or interesting adventures. It can be a bit of a hard read because of some of the old-fashioned language, but is all in all a good and very interesting book.

Far over the misty mountains cold
To dungeons deep, and caverns old
We must away ere break of day
To seek the pale enchanted gold.

For ancient king and elvish lord,
There many a gleaming golden hoard
They shaped and wrought, and light they caught
To hide in gems on hilt of sword.
 
On silver necklaces they strung
The flowering stars, on crowns they hung
The dragon-fire, in twisted wire
They meshed the light of moon and sun.

Far over the Misty Mountains cold,

to dungeons deep, and caverns old.

We must away, ere break of day,

to claim our long-forgotten gold.

The pines were roaring on the height,
The winds were moaning in the night.
The fire was red, it flaming spread;
The trees like torches blazed with light.

The mountain smoked beneath the moon;
The dwarves, they heard the tramp of doom.
They fled their hall to dying fall
Beneath his feet, beneath the moon.
 
Far over the misty mountains grim
To dungeons deep and caverns dim
We must away, ere break of day,
To win our harps and gold from him!