Books

It's one sentence of a paragraph my friend.

"It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle."

Full paragraph describes the entire home:

"It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill—The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another. No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining-rooms, all were on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage. The best rooms were all on the left- hand side (going in), for these were the only ones to have windows, deep-set round windows looking over his garden, and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river."

Tolkien is painting a picture with his words.

I wouldn't go as far as calling it "trash", but I see what you mean and that's basically my gripe with some Authors. I personally skip all of that "filling" whenever I run into it. I don't need to know extensive details about a lake, or the sky or, like you mentioned, a hobbit door. lol