Bombur Quotes

Why O why did I ever leave my hobbit-hole?" said poor Mr. Baggins, bumping up and down on Bombur's back.

Kili and Fili rushed for their bags and brought back little fiddles; Dori, Nori, and Ori brought out flutes from somewhere inside their coats; Bombur produced a drum

¡Por qué, oh por qué habré dejado mi agujero—hobbit! —decía el pobre señor Bolsón, mientras se sacudía hacia arriba y abajo sobre el pobre señor Bolsón, mientras se sacudía hacia arriba y abajo sobre la espalda de Bombur. —¡Por qué, oh por qué habré traído a este pobrecito hobbit, a buscar el tesoro! —decía el desdichado Bombur que era gordo, y se bamboleaba mientras el sudor le caía en gotas de la nariz a causa del calor y el terror.

I was having such a lovely dream,” he grumbled, “all about having a most gorgeous dinner.” “Good heavens! he has gone like Bombur,” they said. “Don’t tell us about dreams. Dream-dinners aren’t any good, and we can’t share them.

Bombur was now so fat that he could not move himself from his couch to his chair at table, and it took six young dwarves to lift him.

At last the time came for him to say good-bye to his friends. “Farewell, Balin!” he said; “and farewell, Dwalin; and farewell Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur! May your beards never grow thin!

Už to nemůže trvat dlouho, než skřeti zdolají bránu a všechny nás pobijí nebo zaženou dolů a zajmou. Jeden by nad tím opravdu plakal, po tom všem, čím prošel. Byl by radši, kdyby celý ten mizerný poklad zůstal starému Šmakovi, než aby ho dostaly tyhle podivné stvůry a než aby chudák starý Bombur a Balin a Fili a Kili a všichni ostatní takhle špatně skončili; a taky Bard a Jezerní lidé a také ti veselí elfové. Jaká bída!

And with that Glóin embarked on a long account of the doings of the Dwarf-kingdom. He was delighted to have found so polite a listener; for Frodo showed no sign of weariness and made no attempt to change the subject, though actually he soon got rather lost among the strange names of people and places that he had never heard of before. He was interested, however, to hear that Dáin was still King under the Mountain, and was now old (having passed his two hundred and fiftieth year), venerable, and fabulously rich. Of the ten companions who had survived the Battle of Five Armies seven were still with him: Dwalin, Glóin, Dori, Nori, Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur. Bombur was now so fat that he could not move himself from his couch to his chair at table, and it took six young dwarves to lift him.

Why, O why did I ever leave my hobbit-hole!” said poor Mr. Baggins bumping up and down on Bombur’s back. “Why, O why did I ever bring a wretched little hobbit on a treasure hunt!” said poor Bombur,

And raspberry jam and apple-tart,” said Bifur. “And mince-pies and cheese,” said Bofur. “And pork-pie and salad,” said Bombur. “And more cakes—and ale—and coffee, if you don’t mind,” called the other dwarves through the door. “Put on a few eggs, there’s a good fellow!” Gandalf called after him, as the hobbit stumped off to the pantries. “And just bring out the cold chicken and pickles!

Ori, Oin, Gloin, Fili, Kili, Bombur, Bifur, Bofur, Dwalin,

There was, of course, no longer any question of dividing the hoard in such shares as had been planned, to Balin and Dwalin, and Dori and Nori and Ori, and Oin and Gloin, and Bifur and Bofur and Bombur—or to Bilbo. Yet a fourteenth share of all the silver and gold, wrought and unwrought, was given up to Bard; for Dain said: “We will honour the agreement of the dead, and he has now the Arkenstone in his keeping.” Even a fourteenth share was wealth exceedingly great, greater than that of many mortal kings. From that treasure Bard sent much gold to the Master of Lake-town; and he rewarded his followers and friends freely. To the Elvenking he gave the emeralds of Girion, such jewels as he most loved, which Dain had restored to him. To Bilbo he said: “This treasure is as much yours as it is mine; though old agreements cannot stand, since so many have a claim in its winning and defence. Yet even though you were willing to lay aside all your claim,

At last the time came for him to say good-bye to his friends. “Farewell, Balin!” he said; “and farewell, Dwalin; and farewell Dori, Nori, Ori, Oin, Gloin, Bifur, Bofur, and Bombur! May your beards never grow thin!” And turning towards the Mountain he added: “Farewell Thorin Oakenshield! And Fili and Kili! May your memory never fade!