[Hobbits] love peace and quiet and a good tilled earth.

J.r.r. Tolkien
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Hobbits love peace and quiet and a good tilled earth. - J.R.R. Tolkien This quote, spoken by one of the characters in J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings has become the quintessential description of what it means to be a hobbit.

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