This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure, and found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected.

We are plain quiet folk and have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for dinner!

It cannot be seen, cannot be felt, Cannot be heard, cannot be smelt, It lies behind stars and under hills, And empty holes it fills, It comes first and follows after, Ends life, kills laughter.

He told them tales of bees and flowers, the ways of trees, and the strange creatures of the Forest, about the evil things and the good things, things friendly and things unfriendly, cruel things and kind things, and secrets hidden under brambles.

Go not to the Elves for counsel, for they will say both no and yes.

His grief he will not forget; but it will not darken his heart, it will teach him wisdom.

Ultimately we've only got humanity to work with. It's only clay we've got.