«He followed the two elves, until they entered a small cellar and sat down at a table on which two large flagons were set. Soon they began to drink and lough merrily. Luck of unusual kin was with Bilbo then. It must be potent wine to make a wood-elf drowsy; but this wine, it would seem, was the heady vintage of the great gardens of Dorwinion, not meant for his soldiers or his servants, but for the king´s feast only, and for smaller bowls not for the butler´s great flagons […]. Then in crept the hobbit. Very soon the chief guard had no keys, but Bilbo was trotting as fast as he could along the passages towards the cells.»
~J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit; Immagine:
“The Hobbit – A burglar at work” by Riana-art su DeviantArt
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