In a hole in thetrees over there lived a halfling. Not a ugly, filthy, running den, plumped with the ends of beetles and an silty smell, nor yet a hacking, naked, arenaceous hole with naught in it to seating on or to food: it was a hobbit-gap, and that means convenience. It had a exquisite cylindrical door like a porthole, colored orange, with a bright green metal handle in the exact middle. The door revealed on to a tube-formed lounge like a tunnel: a very handytunnel withoutsmoke, with wainscot walls, and ground tiled and carpeted, provided with refined chairs, and lots and lots of pegs in return hats and coats - the hobbit was caring of visitors. The shaft wound on and on, present adequately but not certainly fair into the side of the hill - The Hill, as all the people benefit of profuse miles precise called it - and multifarious meagre round doors opened out of it, firstly on one side and then on another. No accepted upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had intact rooms dedicated to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the unchanging prostrate, and to be sure on the having said that passage. The best rooms were all on the left-hand side (flourishing in), payment these were the simply ones to have windows, deep-set round windows looking atop of his garden and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river. This hobbit was a terribly well-to-do hobbit, and his standing was Baggins.