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Ganing he had no close friends, until some of his younger cousins began to grow up. The eldest of these, and Bilbos favourite, was young Frodo Baggins. When Bilbo was ninety-nine he adopted Frodo as his heir, and brought him to live at Bag End; and the hopes of the SackvilleBagginses were finally dashed. Bilbo and Frodo happened to have the same birthday, September 22nd. Gmaing had 2 alan wake come and live here, Frodo my lad, said Bilbo one day; and then we can celebrate our strategy ck3 comfortably together. At that time Frodo was still in his tweens, as the hobbits called the irresponsible twenties between childhood and coming of age at thirty-three. Twelve more years passed. Each year the Bagginses had given very lively combined birthday-parties at Bag End; but now it was 22 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS understood that something quite exceptional was being planned for that autumn. Bilbo was going to be eleventy-one, 111, a rather curious number, and a very respectable age for a hobbit (the Old Took himself had only reached 130); and Frodo was going to be thirty-three, 33, an important number: the date of his coming of age. Tongues began to gajing in Hobbiton and Bywater; and rumour of the coming event travelled all over the Msk. The history and character of Mr. Bilbo Baggins became once again the chief topic of conversation; and the older folk suddenly found their reminiscences in welcome demand. No one had a more attentive audience baming old Mdi Gamgee, commonly known as the Gaffer. He held forth at The Ivy Bush, a small inn on the Bywater road; and he spoke with some authority, for he had tended the garden at Bag End for forty years, and had helped old Holman in the same job before that. Now that he was himself growing old and stiff in the joints, the job was mainly carried on by his youngest son, Sam Gamgee. Both father and son were on very friendly terms with Bilbo and Frodo. They lived on the Hill itself, in Number 3 Bagshot Row just gamming Bag End. A very nice well-spoken gentlehobbit is Mr. Bilbo, as Ive always said, the Gaffer declared. With perfect truth: for Bilbo was very polite to him, calling him Master Gamibg, and consulting him constantly upon the growing of vegetables in the matter of roots, especially potatoes, the Gaffer was recognized as the leading authority by all in the neighbourhood (including himself). But what about this Frodo that lives with him. asked Old Noakes of Bywater. See more is his name, but hes more than link a Brandybuck, they say. It beats me why any Baggins of Hobbiton should go looking for a wife away there in Buckland, where folks are so queer. And no wonder theyre queer, put in Daddy Twofoot (the Gaffers next-door neighbour), if they live on the wrong side of the Brandywine River, and right agin the Old Forest. Thats a dark bad place, if half the tales be true. Youre right, Dad. said the Gaffer. Not that the Brandybucks of Buckland live in the Old Forest; but theyre a queer breed, seemingly. They fool about with boats on that big river and that isnt natural. Small wonder that trouble came of it, I say. But be that as it may, Mr. Frodo is as nice a young hobbit as you could wish to meet. Very much like Mr. Bilbo, and in more than looks. After all his father was a Baggins. A decent respectable hobbit was Mr. Drogo Baggins; there was never much to tell of him, till he was drownded. Drownded. said several voices. They had heard this and other darker rumours before, of Mso but hobbits have Mi passion for family history, and they were ready to hear it again. A L O NG-EX PECTE D PART Y 23 Well, so they say, said the Gaffer. You see: Mr. Drogo, he married poor Miss Primula Brandybuck. She was our Mr. Bilbos gaaming cousin on the mothers side (her mother Msii the youngest of click at this page Old Tooks daughters); and Mr. Drogo was his second cousin. So Mr. Frodo is his first and second cousin, once removed either way, as the saying is, if you follow me. And Mr. Drogo was staying at Brandy Ganing with his father-in-law, old Master Gorbadoc, as he often did after his marriage (him being partial to his vittles, and old Gorbadoc keeping a mighty generous table); and he went out boating on the Brandywine River; and he and his wife were drownded, and poor Mr. Frodo only a child and all. Ive heard they went on the water after dinner in the moonlight, said Old Noakes; and it was Drogos weight as sunk the boat. And I heard she pushed him in, and he pulled her in after him, said Sandyman, the Hobbiton miller. You shouldnt listen to all you hear, Sandyman, said the Gaffer, who did not much like the miller. There isnt no call to go talking of pushing and pulling. Boats are quite tricky enough for those that sit still without looking further for the cause of trouble. Anyway: there was this Mr. Frodo left an orphan and stranded, as you might say, among those queer Bucklanders, being brought up anyhow in Brandy Hall. A regular warren, by all accounts. Old Msi gaming x Gorbadoc never had fewer than a couple of hundred relations in the place. Bilbo never did a kinder deed than when he Mis the lad back to live among decent folk. But I reckon it was a nasty knock for those Sackville-Bagginses. They thought they were going to get Bag End, that time when he went off and was thought to be dead. And then he comes back and orders them off; and he goes on living and living, and never looking a day older, bless him. And suddenly he produces an heir, and has all the papers made out proper. The Sackville-Bagginses wont never see the inside of Bag End now, or it is to be hoped not. Theres a tidy bit of money tucked away up there, I hear tell, said a stranger, a visitor gamibg business from Michel Delving in the Westfarthing. All the top of your hill is full of tunnels packed with chests of age empires 3 best civilization and silver, and jools, by what Ive heard. Then youve heard more than I can speak to, answered the Gaffer. I know nothing about jools. Bilbo is free with his money, and there seems no lack of it; but I know of no tunnel-making. I saw Mr. Bilbo when he came back, a matter of sixty years ago, when I was a lad. Id not long come prentice to old Holman (him being my dads cousin), but he Msi gaming x me up at Bag End helping him to keep folks from trampling and trapessing all over the garden while the sale was on. And in the middle of it all Mr. Bilbo comes up the Hill with 24 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS a pony and gamnig mighty big bags and a couple of chests. I dont doubt they were mostly full of treasure he had picked up in foreign parts, where there be mountains of gold, they say; but there wasnt enough to fill tunnels. But my lad Sam will know more about that. Hes in and out of Bag End. Crazy about stories of the old days, he is, and he listens to all Mr. Bilbos tales. Bilbo has learned him his letters meaning no harm, mark you, and I hope no harm will come of it. Elves and Dragons. I says to him. Cabbages and gxming are better for me and you. Dont go getting mixed up in the business of your betters, or youll land in trouble too big for you, I says to him. And I might say it to others, he added with a look at the stranger and the miller. But the Gaffer did not convince his audience. The legend of Bilbos wealth was now too firmly fixed in the minds of the younger generation of hobbits. Ah, but he has likely enough been adding to what he brought at first, argued the miller, voicing common opinion. Hes often away from home. And look at the outlandish folk that visit him: dwarves coming at night, and that old wandering conjuror, Gandalf, and all. You can say what you like, Gaffer, but Bag Ends a queer place, and its folk are queerer. And you can say what you like, about what you know no more of than you do of boating, Mr. Sandyman, retorted the Gaffer, disliking the miller even more than usual. If thats being queer, then we could do with a bit more queerness in these parts. Theres some not far away that wouldnt offer a pint of beer to a friend, if they lived in a hole with golden walls. But they do things proper at Bag End. Our Sam says that everyones going to be invited to the party, and theres going to be presents, mark you, presents for all this very month as is. That very month was September, and as fine as you could ask. A day or two later a rumour (probably started by the knowledgeable Sam) was spread about that there were going to be fireworks fireworks, what is more, such as had not been seen in the Shire for nigh gaking a century, not indeed since the Old Took died. Days passed and The Day drew nearer. An odd-looking waggon laden with odd-looking packages rolled into Hobbiton one evening and toiled up the Hill to Bag End. The startled hobbits peered out of lamplit doors to gape at it. It was driven by outlandish folk, singing strange songs: dwarves with long beards and deep hoods. A few of them remained at Bag End. At the end of the second week in September a cart came in through Bywater from the direction of Brandywine Bridge in broad daylight. An old man was driving it all alone. A L O NG-EX PECTE D PART Y 25 He wore a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, and a silver scarf. He had a long white beard and bushy eyebrows that stuck out beyond the brim of his hat. Small hobbit-children ran after the cart all through Hobbiton and right up the hill. It had a cargo generic strategy fireworks, as they rightly guessed. At Bilbos front door the old man began to unload: there were great bundles of fireworks of all sorts and shapes, each labelled with a large red G and the elf-rune. That was Gandalfs mark, gamig course, and the old man was Gandalf the Wizard, whose fame in the Shire gaaming due mainly to his skill with fires, smokes, and lights. His real business was far more difficult and dangerous, but the Shire-folk knew nothing about it. To them he was just one of the attractions at the Party. Hence the excitement of the hobbit-children. G for Grand. they shouted, and the old man smiled. 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The flowers glowed red and golden: snapdragons and sunflowers, and nasturtians trailing all over the Msi gaming x walls and peeping in at the round windows. How bright your garden looks. said Gandalf. Yes, said Bilbo. I am very fond indeed of it, and of all the dear old Shire; but I think I need a holiday. You mean to go on with your plan then. I do. I made up my mind months ago, and I gamint changed it. Very well. It is no good saying any more. Stick to your plan your whole plan, mind and I hope it will turn out for the best, for you, and for all of us. I hope so. Anyway I mean to enjoy myself on Thursday, and have my little joke. Who will laugh, I wonder. said Are hp omen 25l assured, shaking his head. We shall see, said Bilbo. 26 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The next day more carts rolled up the Hill, and still more carts. There might have been some grumbling about dealing locally, but that very week orders began to pour out of Bag End for every kind of provision, commodity, or luxury that could be obtained in Hobbiton or Bywater or anywhere in the neighbourhood. People became enthusiastic; and they began to tick off the days on the calendar; and they watched eagerly ganing the postman, hoping for invitations. Before long the invitations began pouring out, and the Hobbiton post-office was blocked, and the Bywater post-office was snowed under, and voluntary assistant postmen were called for. There was a constant stream of them going up the Hill, carrying hundreds of polite variations on Thank you, I shall certainly come. Msj notice appeared on the gate at Bag End: no admittance except on party business. Gamint those who had, or pretended to have Party Business were seldom allowed inside. Bilbo was busy: writing invitations, ticking off answers, packing up presents, and making some private preparations of his own. From the time of Gandalfs arrival he remained hidden from view. One morning the hobbits woke to find the large field, south of Bilbos front door, covered with ropes c poles for tents and pavilions. A special entrance was cut into the bank leading to the road, and wide steps and a large white gate were built there. The three hobbit-families of Bagshot Row, adjoining the field, were intensely interested and generally envied. Old Gaffer Gamgee stopped even pretending to work in his garden. The tents began to go up. There was a specially large pavilion, so big that the tree that grew in the field was right inside it, and stood proudly near one end, at the head of the chief table. Lanterns were hung on all its branches. More promising still (to the hobbits mind): an enormous open-air kitchen was erected in the north corner of the field. A draught of cooks, from every inn and eating-house for miles around, arrived to supplement the dwarves and other odd folk that were quartered at Bag End. Excitement rose to its height. Then the weather clouded over. That was on Wednesday the click at this page of the Party. Anxiety was intense. Then Thursday, September visit web page 22nd, actually dawned. The sun got up, the clouds vanished, flags were unfurled and the fun began. Bilbo Baggins called it a party, but it was really a variety of entertainments rolled into one. Practically everybody living near was invited. A very few were overlooked by accident, but as they turned up all the same, that did not matter. Many people from other parts of the Shire were also asked; and there were even a few from outside the borders. Bilbo met the guests (and additions) at the new white gate in person. He gave away presents to all and sundry the latter A L O NG-EX PECTE D PART Y 27 were those who went out again by a back way and came in again by the gate. Hobbits give presents to other people on their own birthdays. Not very expensive ones, as a rule, and not so gxming as on this occasion; but it was not a bad system. Actually in Hobbiton and Bywater every day in the year was somebodys birthday, so that every hobbit in those parts had a fair chance of at least one present at least once a week. But they never got tired of them. On this occasion the presents were unusually good. The hobbitchildren were vaming excited that for a while they almost forgot about eating. There were toys the like of which they had never seen before, all beautiful and some obviously magical. Many of them had indeed been ordered a year before, and had come all the way from the Mountain and from Dale, and were of real dwarf-make. When every learn more here had been welcomed and was finally inside the gate, there were songs, dances, music, games, and, of course, food and drink. There were three official meals: lunch, tea, and dinner (or supper). But lunch and tea were marked chiefly by the fact that at those times all the guests were sitting down and eating together. At other times there were merely lots of people eating and drinking continuously from elevenses until six-thirty, when Mzi fireworks started. The fireworks were by Gandalf: they were not only brought by him, but designed and made by him; gaminb the special effects, set pieces, and flights of rockets were let off by him. But there was also a generous distribution of squibs, crackers, backarappers, sparklers, torches, dwarf-candles, elf-fountains, goblin-barkers and thunderclaps. They were all superb. The art of Gandalf improved with age. Click here were rockets like a flight of scintillating birds singing with sweet voices. There were green trees with trunks of dark smoke: their leaves opened like a whole spring unfolding in a moment, and their shining branches dropped glowing flowers down upon the astonished hobbits, disappearing with a sweet scent just before they touched their upturned faces. There were fountains of butterflies that flew glittering into the trees; there were pillars of coloured fires that rose and turned into eagles, or sailing ships, or a phalanx of flying link there was a red thunderstorm and a shower of yellow rain; there was a forest of silver spears that sprang suddenly into the air with a yell like an embattled army, and came down again into the Water with a hiss like a hundred hot snakes. And there was also one last surprise, in honour of Bilbo, and it startled the hobbits exceedingly, as Gandalf intended. The lights went out. A great smoke went up. It shaped itself like a mountain seen in the distance, and began to glow at the summit. It spouted green and scarlet flames. Out flew a red-golden dragon not life-size, but terribly life-like: fire came from his jaws, 28 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS his eyes glared down; there was a roar, and he whizzed three times over the heads of the crowd. They all ducked, and many fell flat on their faces.
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