there-lived-a-hobbit

So I’ve been  re-reading The Hobbit along with The Fellowship of the Ring and I noticed this:

“‘You will have to manage without pocket-handkerchiefs, and a good many other things, before you get to the journey’s end. As for a hat, I have got a spare hood and cloak in my luggage.’

That’s how they all came to start, jogging off from the inn on a fine morning just before May, on laden ponies; and Bilbo was wearing a dark-green hood (a little weather-stained) and a dark-green cloak borrowed from Dwalin. They were too large for him, and he looked rather comic.” (Chapter two of The Hobbit)

“Then [Bilbo] put on quickly some old untidy garments, and fastened round his waist a worn leather belt. On it he hung a short sword in a battered black-leather scabbard. From a locked drawer, smelling of moth-balls, he took out an old cloak and hood. They had been locked up as if they were very precious, but they were so patched and weather-stained that their original colour could hardly be guessed: it might have been dark green. They were rather too large for him.” (Chapter one of The Fellowship of the Ring) 

BILBO. KEPT. DWALIN’S. CLOAK.

DWALIN. LET. BILBO. KEEP. HIS. CLOAK.

Browsing through my reaction gif folder I’ve come to the conclusion I’ve got a reaction for just about every occasion:

Considering and approving:

Apologetic:

Modest agreement with praise:

Identifying a potentially provocative remark:

Seems legit:

Doesn’t seem legit:

Definitely ‘yes’:

Or not:

Happy happy happy:

Sad sad sad:

Let me love you:

Or not:

Count me in:

Or maybe not:

Having a bad hair day:

Feeling pretty fine:

Having a blast:

And there you have it: