Scattered among the grassy hills of Hobbiton like a purse full of lost coins, the bright round doors of many dozen Hobbit-holes shine in bright, summery hues, each home to a Hobbit or family of the little people.
As diverse as the rosy-cheeked Hobbits themselves, every smial, as Hobbit-holes are known, reflects the unique personality of its inhabitant and nestles into the hillside amid a sea of lush greenery.
The hobbits calling Number 31 Lakeside home are lulled to sleep each night by the gentle lapping of the water just a few feet from their burgundy door. Being so close to the water’s edge makes for convenient fishing. Nets are spread for mending on the grass and freshly snared eels hang outside. Hot pitch bubbles in a pot, ready to be smeared on the upturned hull of the fisherman’s round coracle.