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I might have been slightly overconfident with this piece
Everybody ready for my most cursed Discworld theory? Brace yourselves:
Nobby Nobbs is a Hobbit.
Evidence: All those jokes about not thinking he's human, he has a signed note from the Patrician saying he is, etc.
He disappears easily and turns up in unexpected places.
Known for making small items of value disappear.
Is shorter than average, I believe he's compared to one of the dwarves at one point.
Enjoys folk dancing.
Anyway, hobbits are the only "fantasy" race that don't appear on the Discworld at all (though a Gollum-like creature does interact with the witches at one point). I'm sure it's because the word is still firmly under copywrite.
But Nobby Nobbs being a hobbit is super funny when you think about it.
Close ups and details under the cut!
Night Watch: Young Nobby
𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘐𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘺. 𝘕𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. 𝘕𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘶𝘨𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘥, 𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩. 𝘐𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵, 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳.- Night Watch, p. 173
They may be called the Palace Guard, the City Guard, or the Patrol. Whatever the name, their purpose in any work of heroic fantasy is identical: it is, round about Chapter Three (or ten minutes into the film) to rush into the room, attack the hero one at a time, and be slaughtered. No one ever asks them if they want to.
This book is dedicated to those fine men.
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