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Well, thats that, he said. Now Im off. They went out into the hall. Bilbo chose his favourite stick from the stand; then he whistled. Three dwarves came out of different rooms where they had been busy. Is everything ready. askedBilbo. Everything packed and labelled. Everything, they answered. Well, lets start then. He stepped out of the front-door. It was a fine night, and the black sky was dotted with stars. He looked up, sniffing the air. What fun. What fun to be off again, off on the Road with dwarves. This is what I have really been longing for, for years. Good-bye. he said, looking at his old home and bowing to the door. Good-bye, Gandalf. Good-bye, for the present, Bilbo. Take care of yourself. You are old enough, and perhaps wise enough. Take care. I dont care. Dont you worry about me. I am as happy now as I have ever been, and that is saying a great deal. But the time has come. I am being swept off my feet at last, he added, and then in a low voice, as if to himself, he sang softly in the dark: The Road goes ever on and on Down from the door where it began. Now far ahead the Road has gone, And I must follow, if I can, Pursuing it with eager feet, Until it joins some larger way Where many paths and errands meet. And whither then. I cannot say. 36 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS He paused, silent for a moment. Then without another word he turned away from the lights and voices in the field and tents, and followed by his three companions went round into his garden, and trotted down the long sloping path. He jumped over a low place in the hedge at the bottom, and took to the meadows, passing into the night like a rustle of wind in the grass. Gandalf remained for a while staring after him into the darkness. Good-bye, my dear Bilbo until our next meeting. he said softly and went back indoors. Frodo came in soon afterwards, and found him sitting in the dark, deep in thought. Has he gone. he asked. Yes, answered Gandalf, he has gone at last. I wish I mean, I hoped until this evening that it was only a joke, said Frodo. But I knew in my heart that he really meant to go. He always used to joke about serious things. I wish I had come back sooner, just to see him off. I think really he preferred slipping off quietly in the end, said Gandalf. Dont be too troubled. Hell be all right now. He left a packet for you. There it is. Frodo took the envelope from the mantelpiece, and glanced at it, but did not open it. Youll find his will and all the other documents in there, I think, said the wizard. You are the master of Bag End now. And also, I fancy, youll find a golden ring. The ring. exclaimed Frodo. Has he left me that. I wonder why. Still, it may be useful. It may, and it may not, said Gandalf. I should not make use of it, if I were you. But keep it secret, and keep it safe. Now I am going to bed. As master of Bag End Mod lords mobile felt it his painful duty to say good-bye to the guests. Rumours of strange events had by now spread all over the field, but Frodo would only say no doubt everything will be cleared up in the morning. About midnight carriages came for the important folk. One by one they rolled away, filled with full but very unsatisfied hobbits. Gardeners came by arrangement, and removed in wheelbarrows those that had inadvertently remained behind. Night slowly passed. The sun rose. The hobbits rose rather later. Morning went on. People came and began (by orders) to clear away the pavilions and the tables and the chairs, and the spoons and knives and bottles and plates, and the lanterns, and the flowering shrubs in boxes, and the crumbs and cracker-paper, the forgotten bags and gloves and handkerchiefs, and the uneaten food (a very small item). A L O NG-EX PECTE D PART Y 37 Then a number of other people came (without orders): Bagginses, and Boffins, and Bolgers, and Tooks, and other guests that lived or were staying near. By mid-day, when even the best-fed were out and about again, there was a large crowd at Bag End, uninvited but not unexpected. Frodo was waiting on the step, smiling, but looking rather tired and worried. He welcomed all the callers, but he had not much more to say than before. His reply to all inquiries was simply this: Mr. Bilbo Baggins has gone away; as far as I know, for good. Some of the visitors he invited to come inside, as Bilbo had left messages for them. Inside in the hall there was piled a large assortment of packages and parcels and small articles of furniture. On every Th12 best base there was a label tied. There were several labels of this sort: For ADELARD TOOK, for his VERY OWN, from Bilbo; on an umbrella. Adelard had carried off many unlabelled ones. For DORA BAGGINS in memory of a LONG correspondence, with love from Bilbo; on a large waste-paper basket. Dora was Drogos sister and the eldest surviving female relative of Bilbo and Frodo; she was ninety-nine, and had written reams of good advice for more than half a century. For MILO BURROWS, hoping it th 10 base be useful, from B. ; on a gold pen and ink-bottle. Milo never answered letters. For ANGELICAS use, from Uncle Bilbo; on a round convex mirror. She was a young Baggins, and too obviously considered her face read more. For the collection of HUGO BRACEGIRDLE, from a contributor; on an (empty) book-case. Hugo was a great borrower of books, and worse than usual at returning them. For LOBELIA SACKVILLE-BAGGINS, as a PRESENT; on a case of silver spoons. Bilbo believed that she had acquired a good many of his spoons, while he was away on his former journey. Lobelia knew that quite well. When she arrived later in the day, she took the point at once, but she also took the spoons. This is only a small selection of the assembled presents. Bilbos residence had got rather cluttered up with things in the course of his long life. It was a tendency of hobbit-holes to get cluttered up: for which the custom of giving so many birthday-presents was largely responsible. Not, of course, that the birthday-presents were always new; there were one or two old mathoms of forgotten uses that had circulated all around continue reading district; but Bilbo had usually given new presents, and kept those that he received. The old hole was now being cleared a little. 38 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Every one of the various parting gifts had labels, written out personally by Bilbo, and several had some point, or some joke. But, of course, most of the things were given Th12 best base they would coc mobile wanted and welcome. The poorer hobbits, and especially those of Bagshot Row, did very well. Old Gaffer Gamgee got two sacks of potatoes, a new spade, a woollen waistcoat, and a bottle of ointment for creaking joints. Old Rory Brandybuck, in return for much hospitality, got a dozen bottles of Old Winyards: a strong red wine from the Southfarthing, and now quite mature, as it had been laid down by Bilbos father. Rory quite forgave Bilbo, and voted him a capital fellow after the first bottle. There was plenty of everything left for Frodo. And, of course, all the chief treasures, as well as the books, pictures, and more than enough furniture, were left in his possession. There was, however, no sign nor mention of money or jewellery: not a penny-piece or a glass bead was given away. Frodo had a very trying time that afternoon. A false rumour that the whole household was being distributed free spread like wildfire; and before long the place was packed with people who had no business there, but could not be kept out. Labels got torn off and mixed, and quarrels broke out. Some people tried to do swaps and deals in the hall; and others tried to make off with minor items not addressed to them, or with anything that seemed unwanted or unwatched. The road to the gate was blocked with barrows and handcarts. In the middle of the commotion the Sackville-Bagginses arrived. Frodo had retired for a while and left his friend Merry Brandybuck to keep an eye on things. When Otho loudly demanded to see Frodo, Merry bowed politely. He is indisposed, he said. He is resting. Hiding, you mean, said Lobelia. Anyway we want to see him and we mean to see him. Just go and tell him so. Merry left them a long while in the hall, and they had time to discover their parting gift of spoons. It did not improve their tempers. Eventually they were shown into the study. Frodo was sitting at a table with a lot of papers in front of him. He looked indisposed to see Sackville-Bagginses at any rate; and he stood up, fidgeting with something in his pocket. But he spoke quite politely. The Sackville-Bagginses were rather offensive. They began by offering him bad bargain-prices (as between friends) for various valuable and unlabelled things. When Frodo replied that only the things specially directed by Th12 best base were being given away, they said the whole affair was very fishy. A L O NG-EX PECTE D PART Y 39 Only one thing is clear to me, said Otho, and that is that you are doing exceedingly well out of it. I insist on seeing the will. Otho would have been Bilbos heir, but for the adoption of Frodo. He read the will carefully and snorted. It was, unfortunately, very clear and correct (according to the legal customs of hobbits, which demand among other things seven signatures of witnesses in red ink). Foiled again. he said to his wife. And after waiting sixty years. Spoons. Fiddlesticks. He snapped his fingers under Frodos nose and stumped off. But Lobelia was just click for source so easily got rid of. A little later Frodo came out of the study to see how things were going on, and found her still about the place, investigating nooks and corners, and tapping the floors. He escorted her firmly off the premises, after he had relieved her of several small (but rather valuable) articles that had somehow fallen inside her umbrella. Her face looked as if she was in the throes of thinking out a really crushing parting remark; but all she found to say, turning round on the step, was: Youll live to regret it, young fellow. Why didnt you go too. You dont belong here; youre no Baggins you youre a Brandybuck. Did you hear that, Merry. That was an insult, if you like, said Frodo as he shut the door on her. It was a compliment, said Merry Brandybuck, and so, of course, not true. Then they went round the hole, and evicted three young hobbits (two Boffins and a Bolger) who were knocking holes in the walls of one of the cellars. Frodo also had a tussle with young Sancho Proudfoot (old Odo Proudfoots grandson), who had begun an excavation in the larger pantry, where he thought there was an echo. The legend of Bilbos gold excited both curiosity and hope; for legendary gold (mysteriously obtained, if not positively ill-gotten), is, as everyone knows, anyones for the finding unless the search is interrupted. When he had overcome Sancho and pushed him out, Frodo collapsed on a chair in the hall. Its time to close the shop, Merry, he said. Lock the door, and dont open it to anyone today, not even if they bring a battering ram. Then he went to revive himself with a belated cup of tea. He had hardly sat down, when there came a soft knock at the front-door. Lobelia again most likely, he thought. She must have thought of something really nasty, and have come back again to say it. It can wait. He went on with his tea. The knock was continue reading, much louder, but he took no notice. Suddenly the wizards head appeared at the window. 40 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS If you dont let me in, Frodo, I shall blow your door right down your hole and out through the hill, he said. My dear Gandalf. Half a minute. cried Frodo, running out of the room to the door. Come in. Come in. I thought it was Lobelia. Then I forgive you. But I saw her some time ago, driving a ponytrap towards Bywater with a face that would have curdled new milk. She had already nearly curdled me. Honestly, I nearly tried on Bilbos ring. I longed to disappear. Dont do that. said Gandalf, sitting down. Do be careful of that ring, Frodo. In fact, it is partly about that that I have come to say a last word. Well, what about it. What do you know already. Only what Bilbo told me. I have heard his story: how he found it, and how he used it: on his journey, I go here. Which story, I wonder, said Gandalf. Oh, not what he told the dwarves and put in his book, said Frodo. He told me the true story soon after I came to live here. He said you had pestered him till he told you, so I had better know too. No secrets between us, Frodo, he said; but they are not to go any further. Its mine anyway. Thats interesting, said Gandalf. Well, what did you think of it all. If you mean, inventing all that about a present, well, I thought the true story much more likely, and I couldnt see the point of altering it at all. It was very unlike Bilbo to do so, anyway; and I thought it rather odd. So did I. But odd things may happen to people that have such treasures if they use them. Let it be a warning to you to be very careful with it. It may have other powers than just making you vanish when you wish to. I dont understand, said Frodo. Neither do I, answered the wizard. I have merely begun to wonder about the ring, especially since last night. No need to worry. But if you take my advice you will use it very seldom, or not at all. At least I beg you not to use it in any way that will cause talk or rouse suspicion. I say again: keep it safe, and keep it secret. You are very mysterious. What are you afraid of. I am not certain, so I will say no more. I may be able to tell you something when I come back. I am going off at crossword online free so this is good-bye for the present. He got up. At once. cried Frodo. Why, I thought you were staying on for at least a week. I was looking forward to your help. I did mean to but I have had to change my mind. I may be A L O NG-EX PECTE D PART Y 41 away for a good while; but Ill come and see you again, as soon as I can. Expect me when you see me. I shall slip in quietly. I shant often be visiting the Shire openly again. I find that I have become rather unpopular. They say I am a nuisance and a disturber of the peace. Some people are actually accusing me of spiriting Bilbo away, or worse. If you want to know, there is supposed to be a plot between you and me to get hold of his wealth. Some people. exclaimed Frodo. You mean Otho and Lobelia. How abominable. I would give them Bag End and everything else, if I could get Bilbo back and go off tramping in the country with him. I love the Shire. But I begin to wish, somehow, that I had gone blue lock pc. I wonder if I shall ever see him again. So link I, said Gandalf. And I wonder many other things. Goodbye now. Take care of yourself. Look out for me, especially at unlikely times. Good-bye. Frodo saw him to the door. He gave a final wave of his hand, and walked off at a surprising pace; but Frodo thought the old wizard looked unusually bent, almost as if he click the following article carrying a great weight. The evening was closing in, and his cloaked figure quickly vanished into the twilight. Frodo did not see him again for a long time. Chapter 2 THE SHADOW O F THE PAST The talk did not die down in nine or even ninety-nine days. The second disappearance of Mr. Bilbo Baggins was discussed in Hobbiton, and indeed all over the Shire, for a year and a day, and was remembered much longer than that. It became a fireside-story for young hobbits; and eventually Mad Baggins, who used to vanish with a bang and a flash and reappear with bags of jewels and gold, became a favourite character of legend and lived on long after all the true events were forgotten. But in the meantime, the general opinion in the neighbourhood was that Bilbo, who had always been rather cracked, had at last gone quite mad, and had run off into the Blue. There he had undoubtedly fallen into a pool or a river and come to a tragic, but hardly an untimely, end. The blame was mostly laid on Gandalf. If only that dratted wizard will leave young Frodo alone, perhaps hell settle down and grow some hobbit-sense, they said. And to all appearance the wizard did leave Frodo alone, and he did settle down, but the growth of hobbit-sense was not very noticeable. Indeed, he at once began to carry on Bilbos reputation for oddity. He refused to go into mourning; and the next year he gave a party in honour of Bilbos hundred-and-twelfth birthday, which he called a Hundredweight Feast. But that was short of the mark, for twenty guests were invited and there were several meals at which it snowed food and rained drink, as hobbits say. Some people were rather https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/games/pc-game-overrides-sims-4.php but Frodo kept up the custom of giving Bilbos Birthday Party year after year until they got used to it. He said that he did not think Bilbo was dead. When they asked: Where is he then. he shrugged his shoulders. He lived alone, as Bilbo had done; but he had a good many friends, especially among the younger hobbits (mostly descendants of the Old Took) who had as children been fond of Bilbo and often speaking, fifa 23 mobile advise and out of Bag End. Folco Boffin and Fredegar Bolger were two of these; but his closest friends were Peregrin Took (usually called Pippin), and Merry Brandybuck (his real name was Meriadoc, but that was seldom remembered). Frodo went tramping over the Shire with them; but more often he wandered by himself, and to the amazement of sensible folk he was sometimes seen far from home walking in the Th12 best base and woods under the starlight. Merry T HE SHADOW O F TH E PAST 43 and Pippin suspected that he visited the Elves at times, as Bilbo had done. As time went on, people began to notice that Frodo also showed signs of good preservation: outwardly he retained the appearance of a robust and energetic hobbit just out of his tweens. Some folk have all the luck, they said; but it was not until Frodo approached the usually more sober age of fifty that they began to think it queer. Frodo himself, after the first shock, found that being his own master and the Mr. Baggins of Bag End was rather pleasant. For some years he was quite happy and did not worry much about the future. But half unknown to himself the regret that he had not gone with Bilbo was steadily growing. He found himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had never seen came into his dreams. He began to say to himself: Perhaps I shall cross the River myself one day. To which the other half of his mind always replied: Not yet. So it went on, until his forties were running out, and his fiftieth birthday was drawing near: fifty was a number that he felt was somehow significant (or ominous); it was at any rate at that age that adventure had suddenly befallen Bilbo. Frodo began to feel restless, and the old paths seemed too well-trodden. He looked at maps, and wondered what lay beyond their edges: maps made in the Shire showed mostly white spaces beyond its borders. He took to wandering further afield and more often by himself; and Merry and his other friends watched him anxiously. Often he was seen walking and talking with the strange wayfarers that began at this time to appear in the Shire. There were rumours of strange things happening in the world outside; and as Gandalf had not at that time appeared or sent any message for several years, Frodo gathered all the news he could. Elves, who seldom walked in the Shire, could now be seen passing westward through the woods in the evening, passing and not returning; but they were leaving Middle-earth and were no longer concerned with its troubles. There were, however, dwarves on the road in unusual numbers. The ancient EastWest Road ran through the Shire to its end at the Grey Havens, and dwarves had always used it on their way to their mines in the Blue Mountains. They were the hobbits chief source of news from see more parts if they wanted any: as a rule dwarves said little and hobbits asked no more. But now Games online board often met strange dwarves of far countries, seeking refuge in the West. They were troubled, and some spoke in whispers of the Enemy and of the Land of Mordor. 44 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS That name the hobbits only knew in legends of the dark past, like a shadow in the background of click memories; but it was ominous and disquieting. It seemed that the evil power in Mirkwood had been driven out by the White Council only to see more in greater strength in the old strongholds of Mordor. The Dark Tower had been rebuilt, it was said. From there the power was spreading far and wide, and away far east and south there were wars and growing fear.
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