But he doesn’t live there anymore. He moved to Erebor, where he and the Dwarf-king, Thorin, have been inseparable for many years. Our hobbit, Bilbo, had the road between the once-and-again great kingdoms of Erebor and Dale lined with oak trees.
When the hobbit learned that his cousin, Frodo had been orphaned, he brought him to live in Erebor, too. Frodo and the Dwarf-king’s sister-sons became fast friends; and once in a while, Frodo’s younger cousins, Merry and Pippin, would come for a visit. When they came, they would bring the eminent gardner, Samwise, who helped in turning the rocky plain between the Mountain and Dale into farmland.
Then bad news came, and they learned that Bilbo’s ring was trouble. So it was arranged for Frodo and the king’s nephews and a few other folks to sneak into Mordor to destroy it. And since it is easier to get to Mordor from Erebor than from the Shire, it didn’t take very long to get there, and Sauron wasn’t quite ready for them.
And so they destroyed the Ring and came back to Erebor and there was a big party and everyone lived happily ever after.
to my weekly updates I decided to make a post about my visit to Hobbiton.
Matamata is just an hour away from where I live, which in New Zealand terms is
a short distance. It really is in the middle of nowhere along a very bendy
farm road. The surrounding already started to look Shire-ish, if that makes any
sense at all. The signs where telling me I was getting close to my destination.
The car park appeared into view and I arrived there at about 1 in the
afternoon. The weather was perfect. Cloudy, no rain and not too hot. I bought
my ticket (75 NZD, about 45 euros, expensive but worth it so much) and the girl
commented on my Evenstar necklace I wore, which we both wore in fact. My tour
started in about 5 minutes so I had a quick look in the gift shop which was a
mistake. So many goodies.
lasts for about 2 hours. We went on a coach and the driver drove us down a farm
road which was built by the New Zealand army for Peter Jackson, since he needed
a way of transport to the set in the days of the Lord of the Rings. Down we
went and we could already see glimpses of the Green Dragon inn. When we got off the bus our tour guide introduced himself, David, and asked about our
Nationalities (Dutch, Chinese, English, Swizz, Kiwis), whether we had read the
books and the seen films and that sort of thing. Apparently 30% of the visitors have
not read the books or seen the films. What.
rate, down we went and there it was. The Shire. Hobbiton. The spot where Bilbo
goes “I am going on an adventure!” I
need to get a picture in cosplay there next time. To be more precise it
is called Gandalf’s Cutting. THE HOBBIT HOLES WHERE SO TINY AND PERFECT
omigosh. Chimneys smoked, there was fire wood outside and honey and beehives
and all little stuff and it was as if they just had gone inside for a short nap
during the day. So cute.
David asked a lot of questions to which some I did not know the answer to, so
it was actually nice to learn a thing or two as well. I did know about hobbits
eating plums from the trees and little things like that. We made our way up the
hill and admired the scenery and the hobbit holes. And then the oak came into
my sight. We already caught glimpses of Bag End, covered in tourists
unfortunately, but at least that is why it still all exists. Better be
grateful. At any rate we came close the that one magical smial.
tree is entirely fake. In fact they chopped down the one from LotR because it
had to look smaller. All the leaves are hand wired. If we found one we could
keep it David said. And guess what. Buried in the ground I did in fact find
one and it is the best souvenir I could have ever wished for. An oak leaf from
the tree above Bag End. Oh god.
Bag End was
fantastic. The detail was amazing and it was so surreal to finally stand there
and see it in real life. It is absolutely beautiful and the gardners (SAMWISE)
did such a good job keeping everything green and blooming during the drought.
Birds sang, butterflies were everywhere. Clearly hobbits and men are not the only
creatures that love this place. After taking a lot of pics with my selfiestick
a very nice gentleman offered to take my camera and make pics of me during the
rest of the tour. His daughter was not so very interested and I think he
enjoyed my enthusiasm and shared it.
We had to
go on eventually and we made our way down the hill to the party field and the
famous party tree. It was fantastic to see. Bagshot Row, Samwise’s movie
residence, was right along it and it was strange to see the ending of the
Return of the King. Pretty emotional. I did not really cry but I sometimes had
a big lump in my throat. Off we went into a little patch of forest, when the
Green Dragon came into sight! First there was Sandyman’s Mill and we crossed
the bridge. Then we went into the Inn and had a pint of ale :D I bought a
cookie as well. Next time I want to try any of the pies they sell. There was a
book with signatures from actors and crew whom visited the Green Dragon. Martin
Freeman of course among them. The pub is just a real place, it feels so old and
like home and just very very comfortable. I could have stayed there for a long
time. Alas the tour came to an end and we had to move along. We walked across
the lake, with a beautiful view of the Hill, and through the vegetable garden,
back to the exit.
want to do the evening tour now :3 It was such a magical and beautiful place. I
wish I could take all of you there. Please visit it if you ever have the
chance. You will not regret it.
Happy Archive Monday! And boy, are there a ton of “repeat” questions this week or what! For any newbies, here’s the deal: if you asked a question this week, be sure to check below the cut to see if your question was one that’s been answered before!
Otherwise, enjoy this week’s list of archived posts - today’s theme is the Fourth Age: