![]() "Better hide it Frodo, as Gandalf instructed" I tell him. He then leaves as Frodo looks at the envelope. "Keep it secret, keep it safe" he tells him. He turns back to us placing a hand on Frodo's shoulder. "I don't understand" Frodo says confused. Questions that need answering" he states. "There are some things that I must see to" Gandalf states. "Where are you going?" Frodo asks at the same time confused. Gandalf then gets up grabbing his hat and staff. Put it somewhere out of sight" he explains. "Along with all his possessions, except for the troll chest he left Ariana. Frodo places the ring inside and Gandalf seals it. He's left you Bag End" he states holding out an envelope. I didn't think he'd really do it" Frodo says sadly. "Yes, he took Argo with him" I state as I pour my tea. "He's gone hasn't he?" he asks Gandalf and I. "Sorry aunt Aria" he says as he picks up the ring. I frown, is he ok? Just then Frodo runs into the house. But see him staring into the fire smoking his pipe. "Goodbye Gandalf, Ariana" he says before leaving on Argo. ![]() "Be-careful mounting and dismounting her, I don't want you to hurt yourself" I tell Bilbo. "I'm sure you both will my dear friend" Gandalf states. "I hope Frodo also lives a happily ever after" I tell him smiling as Argo appears. "'And they lived happily ever after, to the end of their days'" he states. "I've thought up an ending for our story" Bilbo declares turning to face me. Bilbo takes it out and lets it drop onto the floor. "Bilbo, the Ring is still in your pocket" Gandalf says as Bilbo opens the door. He accepts them and puts them on his back. "Take care of her for me" I say handing him his travel packs. "I know, but you'll be safer with her by your side" I tell him smiling. "Which is why I insist you take Argo, it'll make the journey quicker and safer" I tell him. It's late, the road is long" Bilbo states. "You're right Gandalf, the Ring must go to Frodo. Trust me as you once did, hmm? Let it go" Gandalf tells Bilbo. "We're trying to help you brother" I tell him gently. We are not trying to rob you" Gandalf tells him. "Do not take me for some conjurer of cheap tricks. "Bilbo Baggins" Gandalf and I say firmly as the room grows dark. "You want it for yourselves!" he exclaims. "I think you've had that Ring quite long enough" I snap glaring at it. "Well, if I'm angry, it's your fault! It's mine! My own, my precious" he says softly caressing the ring. "There's no need to get angry" Gandalf tells him. I look at him surprised, what's wrong with my sweet older brother? "Now it comes to it, I don't feel like parting with it, its mine, I found it, it came to me!" he exclaims. "I think you should leave the ring behind, Bilbo. "Heh, isn't that, isn't that odd though? Yet, after all why not? Why shouldn't I keep it?" he asks us. ![]() "No, wait, it's - here in my pocket" he says taking it out. But freezes and places a hand in his pocket. It's in an envelope over there on the mantelpiece" he states. "What about this ring of yours, is that staying too?" Gandalf asks him. "I'm leaving everything I own to him, except for the troll chest. "Two eyes, as often as I can spare them" I assure him smiling. "You will keep an eye on Frodo, won't you?" he asks me. "It was just a bit of fun! Oh you're probably right, as usual" he mumbles. "I suppose you think that was terribly clever" Gandalf states as Bilbo appears placing something in his pocket. "Go home" I tell the boys and run over to Gandalf. I bid you all a very fond farewell" he says before disappearing into thin air. "I, uh, I h-have things to do" he stutters and I see him whisper to himself. The crowd is silent blank faced trying to figure out if they were just insulted. I don't know half of you half as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve" he states. ![]() "Alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits. "Today is my one hundred and eleventh birthday!" Bilbo declares. ![]() "Proudfeet" old Proudfeet corrects him and we all laugh. "My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks, Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles and Proudfoots" he says. He says I could have at least another hundred years before I die of old age.Īnyway Bilbo starts to give his speech. But Gandalf told me I am a decedent of the Dúnedain, who has been blessed with long life. Bilbo and Frodo believe me to be part elf. Only thing is I am eighty-seven years old and I don't look a day over thirty. So Bilbo became my brother, which makes Frodo my nephew. I was raised by Bilbo's mother, who adopted me. "Speech Bilbo, Speech!" I chant with the hobbits. ![]()
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