On the doorstep

"Their spirits had risen a little at the discovery of the path, but now they sank into their boots; and yet they would not give it up and go away. The hobbit was no longer much brighter than the dwarves. [...]
"You said sitting on the doorstep and thinking would be my job, not to mention getting insinde, so I am thinking much and thinking." But I am afraid he was not thinking much of the job, but of what lay beyond the blue distance, the quiet Western Land and the Hill and his hobbit-hole under it. A large grey stone lay in the centre of the grass and he stared moodily at it or watched the great snails. They seemed to love the little shut-in bay with its walls of cool rock, and there were many of them of huge size crwaling slowly and sickily along its sides."
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J. R. R. Tolkien, The Hobbit, Chapter XI "On the doorstep", p. 193

Update: I wasnt so happy with the size of the dwarves in the background so I did a new inked version of the picture (god, that new light-pad is such a wonderful, practical thing ).