*Reading "The Fellowship of the Ring"*
“‘Also there is this!’ said Bilbo, bringing out a parcel which seemed to be rather heavy for its size.
He unwound several folds of old cloth, and held up a small shirt of mail.
It was close-woven of many rings, as supple almost as linen, cold as ice, and harder than steel.
It shone like moonlit silver, and was studded with white gems. With it was a belt of pearl and crystal.
'It's a pretty thing, isn't it?' said Bilbo, moving it in the light.
'And useful. It is my dwarf-mail that Thorin gave me. I got it back from Michel Delving before I started, and packed it with my luggage. I brought all the mementoes of my Journey away with me, except the Ring. But I did not expect to use this, and I don't need it now, except to look at sometimes…'”
…except to look at sometimes…