She was sitting there, all She had was a bag on her back and The clothes that She was wearing which was a light blue dress with long sleeves and black boots along with The locket her mother gave to her before she died. She was Waiting for her dad,She had finished her sword fighting and arrow shooting with The elf boys, her dad had came to get her and then after a long ride on The horse when he set her down on a rock somewhere.
"I'll be right Back" He told his only daughter and he rode off somewhere. So she did, for three days she waited, no food, only water, Until on The fourth day she started walking,trying to find her way back home but she was lost. When she tripped on a tree root that was sticking up, she stayed there with her her face on The ground, back to The sun but then she heard something, at The time The young witch thought that it was something that would eat her.
When she had enough courage to look up se saw not something that would harm her but a man, it was easy to tell he was an adult but he was The size of a child. He looked down at The small girl on The ground, her black hair was messy with a leaf or two in it but what he noticed most was her eyes.
Indigo coloured eyes.
Long ago, it was told that when The ring was going t be destroyed, that a witch with Indigo eyes, would help. The Hobbit looked down at her and smiled, In return, she smiled back.
He took her home with him and she cared for The man's son, who was now her brother, and she became very protective.
'Hobbits have been living and farming in The four Farthings of The Shire for many hundreds of years, quite content to ignore and be ignored by The world of The Big Folk. Middle-earth being, after all, full of strange creatures beyond count, Hobbits must seem of little importance being neither renowned as great warriors nor counted among The very wise."
Bilbo laughs. he turns to a Knock at The door.
"Frodo! Rosa! Someone at The door." Bilbo turns immediately back to his writing.
'In fact, it has been remarked by some that Hobbits' only real passion is for food. a rather unfair observation as we have also developed a keen interest in The brewing of ales...and The smoking of pipe-weed. But where our hearts truly lie is
in peace and quiet and good, tilled earth. For all Hobbits share a love of things that grow. And, yes, no doubt to others, our ways seem quaint. But today of all days, it is brought home to me: It is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life."
Bilbo looking up, annoyed at yet another Knock to interrupt him.
"Frodo, Rosa, The door!" His call is met with silence. "Sticklebacks. Where is those children?" He came to see a pair of Hobbit feet and another pair of witch feet. "Frodo! Rosa"
Two figures lies beneath The dappled sunlight of an old tree. White flowers are scattered among The well seeded grasses. An idyllic setting at The end of a long hot summer ... The figures are reading a book.
In The distance, growing louder ... over The gentle clip clop of an approaching Cart and horse can be heard The humming of a deep voice to The tune of "The Road Goes Ever on and on..."
Suddenly!
The figures in The grass sits up ... looking straight ahead is a handsome young Hobbit, with dark curly hair and deep blue eyes, his eyes alight with excitment! And a young witch, older then him with slightly curly black hair and Indigo eyes, full of Happiness and wonder. Tossing away The long stem of grass in his mouth, Frodo runs off.
The Cart rattles along a leafy lane, driven by a stooped figure in Grey. The shambling old pony snorts and rears as ... Suddenly Frodo appears on The bank above The Cart. "You're late."
Gandalf glowers at The young Hobbit... "a wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins, nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to."
They look at each other for a moment ... then both start laughing as Frodo'S face breaks into a smile and he leaps on to The front seat of The Cart.
"It's wonderful to see you, Gandalf!"
Next to Gandalf, its funny to see how small Hobbits are ... Frodo is 3
foot 6 inches tall.
"You didn't think I'd miss your Uncle Bilbo's birthday?"
The Cart rattles past a field Lupin being tended by Hobbits.
"What's new in The world? Tell me everything."
Gandalf looks down at Frodo, a Twinkle in his eye. "What, everything? Far too eager and curious for a Hobbit. Most unnatural...Well, what can I tell you? Life in The wide world goes on much as it has this past age. Full of its own comings and goings, scarcely even aware of The existence of Hobbits..." Gandalf as he surveys The peaceful scene before him. "...for which I am very thankful. So, how is The old rascal? I hear this is to be a party of special magnificence."
"You know Bilbo. He's got The whole place in an uproar."
"Well, that should please him."
"Half The Shire's been invited. And The rest of them are turning up anyway."
The Cart rattles over a stone bridge towards a busy Hobbit Marketplace.
Hobbits look up in wonder and excitement as The Cart bearing Gandalf and Frodo rolls past The green dragon INN but it stopped when Frodo saw his adopted sister who had flowers and a few things from The bakers in a basket which had a small blanket over came off The Cart and got his sisters pale hand. She smiled down at her little brother but it faded when she saw Gandalf, for she knew something that her brother did not.
"Rosa, come with us? Please" he didn't give her time to answer because he pulled her on The Cart. When Rosa Gandalf and Frodo continuing for their destination.
"To tell you The truth, Bilbo's been a bit odd lately. I mean, more than usual. He's taken to locking himself in his study." Frodo sighed as Rosa grabbed his small hand and stroked it with her thumb. "He's up to something."
Frodo shoots a knowing look, as Gandalf averts his eyes. "All right, then, keep your secrets."
"What?"
"But I know you have something to do with it." Frodo said to The wizard.
"Good gracious, me."
"Before you came along, we Bagginses were very well thought of.
"Indeed?"
"Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected."
"If you're referring to The incident with The dragon ... I was barely involved ...all I did was give your uncle a little nudge out The door."
"Whatever you did ... you've been officially labeled a disturber of The peace." Rosa said, Slightly glarring at him, making sure Frodo didn't see.
"Oh, really?"
excited children, chasing after The Cart. Gandalf ignores The children's cries. The children stand deflated, watching Gandalf disappear up The lane.
Then spinning balls of bright color Suddenly leap out of The Cart, fizzing over The heads of The delighted children. Rosa looked back at them, as she put her wand back into her knee high boot, well pleased with her joke.
Frodo stands up in The Cart as Gandalf reigns in The horse.
"Gandalf ... I'm glad you're back."Frodo said to him with a smile. Frodo and Rosa leaps expertly from The Cart. Gandalf smiles.
"So am I, dear boy...so am I."
Gandalf'S Cart pulls up outside The gate to Bag End ... a particularly fine example of a Hobbit HOLE, with a large round front door set into a grassy hillside. There is a sign on The gate which reads: "NO ADMITTANCE EXCEPT on party BUSINESS." Gandalf strides up The garden path of Bag End. He raises his staff and raps on The front door ... a voice calls out:
"No thank you! We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers, or distant relations."
"And what about very old friends?"
Suddenly The door opens and Bilbo Baggins stands before him. He is a Hobbit of Indeterminate age, with a mischeivous Twinkle in his eye. Wearing a dashing brocade waist coat, he look every inch The eccentric gentleman.
"Gandalf?" The Old Hobbit asked
"Bilbo Baggins!"
"My dear Gandalf!" Gandalf drops to his knee to embrace his old friend.
"Good to see you. One hundred and eleven years old, who would believe it?" Gandalf looks at him more keenly. "You haven't aged a day."
Gandalf and Bilbo laugh together and enter Bag End.
"Come on, come in! Welcome, welcome!"
Bilbo leads Gandalf into Bag End ... cozy and cluttered with souvenirs of Bilbo'S travels. Gandalf has to stoop low to avoid hitting his head on The low ceiling. Bilbo hangs up Gandalf'S hat on a peg and trots off down The hall.
"Tea? Or maybe something a little stronger ... I've got a few bottle of The old Wi" Called Bilbo as he disappears into The kitchen as Gandalf looks around ... enjoying The familiarity of Bag End ... he turns, knocking his head on The light and then walking into The wooden beam. He groans. "I was expecting you last week. Not that it matters, you come and go as you please, always have done, always will. You've caught me a bit unprepared, I'm afraid ... we've only got cold chicken, bit of pickle, some cheese here ... ooh, no, that might be a little risky..."
Gandalf stops in front of a framed map, charred in one is Thorin's map of The Lonely smiles to himself.
"Er, we've got raspberry jam and apple tart ... got some custard somewhere. Not much for Afters, I'm afraid. Oh no ... we're alright ... I've just found some sponge cake. Nice little snack. Hope it's enough." Bilbo comes into view "I could make you some eggs if you'd like?" Bilbo jumps, a half eaten pork pie in his hand, as Gandalf mysteriously appears behind him.
"Just tea, thank you."
"Oh ... right. You don't mind if...?"
"No, not at all. Go ahead."
a sudden loud Knock on The front door. "Bilbo Baggins, you open this door..." a female voice shouted
"I'm not home." Bilbo tiptoes to The window and peeps out. Bilbo whispers "It's The Sackville-Bagginses!"
"I know you're in there!"
"They're after The house. They've never forgiven me for living this long!" Bilbo said still whispering Gandalf watches, amused, as Bilbo tries to hide. "I've got to get away from these confounded relatives, hanging on The bell all day, never giving me a moment's peace. I want to see mountains again ... mountains, Gandalf ... and then find somewhere quiet where I can finish my book ... oh, Tea!" He Suddenly remembered.
"So, you mean to go through with your plan, then?"
"Yes, yes ... it's all in hand. All The arrangements are made."
"Frodo suspects something. And it's not just about Rosa"
"'Course he does, he's a Baggins ... not some blockheaded Bracegirdle from Hardbottle!"
"You will tell him, won't you?"
"Yes, yes."
"He's very fond of you."
"I know. He'd probably come with me if I asked him. I think, in his heart, Frodo's still in love with The Shire, The woods and The fields ... little rivers." Bilbo stands gazing out of The kitchen window. "I am old, Gandalf..." Bilbo looks at Gandalf sadly "I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart."
Bilbo'S fingers close around his waistcoat pocket ... gripping a small, unseen object. "I feel thin ... sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread. I
need a holiday ... a very long holiday and I don't expect I shall return ... in fact, I mean not to."
Gandalf and Bilbo are sitting on The Bag End porch. below them, final preparations are being made on The party field. Bilbo strikes a match and lights his pipe.
"Old Toby. The finest weed in The Southfarthing!" Bilbo blows a perfect smoke ring and watches it rise into The air. a tiny sailing ship with masts and sails glides through The center of Bilbo'S smoke ring. "Gandalf, my old friend ... this will
be a night to remember."
BOOM! a firework explodes into The night sky high above Hobbiton
... in The shape of a great green tree with unfolding branches.
TILT down: with glowing flowers as they rain down from The
branches ... evaporating just above The upturned faces of The
delighted party-goers.
144 Hobbits, feasting and drinking Carts of beer and wine are
scattered about, and The tables are piled high with steaming
scones and savories.
Gandalf hurries about, lighting fireworks with a blue spark that
dances magically from his staff ... Bilbo is greeting visitors.
"Hello, hello, Fatty Bolger, lovely to see you! Welcome, welcome!" Rosa, Frodo and sam sit at a table drinking ale. Rosa notices sam'S eyes keep flicking to another pretty Hobbit, Rosie Cotton, sitting some distance away.
"Go on, sam, ask Rosie for a dance." Rosa said putting down her glass as her brother nodded beside her but sam looked Horrified.
"I think I'll just have myself another ale." But Rosa and Frodo looked at each with one eye brow raised
"Oh, no you don't."Rosa started and Frodo finished for her. "Go on."
sam goes to drain his glass ... Suddenly it is snatched out of his Hands as Frodo thrusts him into The middle of a passing throng of dancers.
sam'S Horrified as he is swept away. The two siblings laugh and finishes sam'S beer.
Merry and Pippin, two mischeivous young Hobbits in their late teens. Pippin scrambles onto The back of Gandalf'S wagon, snatching up a small firework.
"No, no ... The big one ... The big one!" Merry said. Pippin grabs a huge Rocket. Merry smiles. The pair runs off with it.
Bilbo continues to greet his guests. He shakes Hands
with a woman who is tailed by an overwhelming crowd of children.
"Mrs. Bracegirdle, how nice to see you! Welcome, welcome. Are all these children yours?"
Mrs. Bracegirdle laughs with tired eyes and looked to te person that she had see like a father for a very long time and started in envy at The woman who had so many children, for Rosa wished to have many, many children but there was no one she liked or at least a bit taller then her.
"Good gracious, you have been productive." Mrs. Bracegirdle laughs and nods.
Suddenly!
Bilbo's ears are assailed by a familiar strident voice.
"Bilbo?" Bilbo quickly runs to Frodo And Rosa.
"Sackville-Bagginses! Quickly! Hide!" Bilbo said Panicked
Rosa, Bilbo and Frodo quickly hide behind The wall of a tent. Otho and Lobelia Sackville-Baggins ... an older, grumpy-looking pair with sharp eyes emerge and look about The party like vultures searching for prey. Bilbo breathes a huge sigh of relief. "Thank you, my boy and My girl." Rosa and Frodo chuckles. but then Bilbo was Suddenly serious "You're a good lad, you Rosa, your such a good lass"
Frodo stares at his uncle, perturbed by The change of tone. "I'm very selfish, you know. Yes, I am..very selfish. I don't know why I took you in after your mother and father died, but it wasn't out of charity. I think ... it was because, of all my numerous relations ... you were The one Baggins that showed real spirit.
"Bilbo, have you been at The Gaffer's home brew?" The young witch asked.
"No. Well, yes. But that's not The point. The point is, Frodo ... you'll be all right."
Bilbo lifts his mug and takes a drink ... probably of The Gaffer's home brew.
firework fuse crackles with flame!
Merry is holding out The big Rocket ... he looks aghst at The fizzing fuse that Pippin has just talked in a worried whisper "You're supposed to stick it in The ground!"
"It is in The ground."
Merry fearfully tosses The Rocket to Pippin! The fuse sizzles angrily. "Outside!"
"This was your idea."
Pippin attempts to throw The fizzing Rocket back to Merry.
WHOOSH!
The two Hobbits are Suddenly blown off their feet in a shower of sparks as The Rocket blasts off with frightening power. The Rocket Zooms over The party ... it Suddenly bursts apart, forming The shape of a great red golden dragon! Fire fire gushes from its nostrils as it turns back and Flies towards The startled crowd.
Rosa and Frodo watches The fireworks dragon with alarm ... but Bilbo is oblivious to The panicking crowd and impending danger!
"Bilbo! Watch out for The dragon!" The two siblings shouted to their uncle.
"dragon? Nonsense ... hasn't been a dragon in these parts for a thousand years!"
they hurriedly pulls Bilbo to The ground, just as The dragon roars a few feet above their heads like a flaming express train! Hobbits dive to The ground, tables overturn, tents collapse, food Flies everywhere. The fireworks dragon turns a somersault and explodes over The hills with a deafening
BANG!
This gets The biggest cheer of The night. Rosa looked up and smiled as her eyes filled with wonder,
Merry and Pippin, clothes and hair smoking.
Merry spoke first"That was good!"
"Let's get another one!" large Hands Suddenly clamp down on Merry and Pippin's ears. Gandalf looking down sternly!
"Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Peregrin Took.. I might have known!"
Merry and Pippin are leaning over a barrel, washing dishes in soapy water ... with Gandalf sitting nearby, smoking his pipe and sipping an ale. Cries of "SPEECH! SPEECH!" erupt from The party.
Bilbo stepping on a stool ... he bows in gratitude at The applause.
"Speech!" Cries Rosa.
He cleared his throat "My dear Bagginses and Boffins, Tooks and Brandybucks ... Grubbs, Chubbs, Burrowses, Hornblowers, Bolgers, Bracegirdles, Goodbodies, Brockhouses and Proudfoots..."
a Hobbit with Particularly big feet shouted out "Proudfeet!"
"Proudfoots. Also my good Sackville-Bagginses that I welcome back at last to Bag End."
Otho and Lobelia scowl at Bilbo. He doesn't care. "Today is my one hundred and eleventh birthday. I am eleventy-one today! Yes, and alas ... Eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable Hobbits! 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!"
scarttered clapping as The guests try to work out if that was a compliment or and Gandalf smiling to themselves. Bilbo'S hand pulls something out of his waistcoat pocket and holds it behind his back. "I have things to do and I have put this off for far too long."
Bilbo'S knuckles turn white as he tightens his grip on The small object behind his back. "I regret to announce this is The end. I am going now. I bid you all a very fond farewell!" Bilbo looks across at Frodo and Rosa, hesitates... then...whispers
"Goodbye."
Bilbo instantly vanishes. The party explodes into an uproar ...
The crowd leaps to its feet.
Rosa and Frodo staring at The empty stool in disbelief.
The party is still in an excited uproar ... some 50 yards away across a moonlit lane to The front door of Bag End. door opens, pulled by an invisible hand. The door quietly closes ... Bilbo materializes as he pulls a plain gold ring off his finger. Bilbo laughs as he tosses The ring in The air, then places it in his pocket.
Bilbo emerges from The passage, carrying a walking stick. He finds Gandalf looming over him.
"I suppose you think that was terribly clever?"
"Come on, Gandalf. Did you see their faces?"
"There are many magic rings in this
world, Bilbo Baggins, and none of them
should be used lightly."
Bilbo
"It was just a bit of fun. Oh, you're
probably right, as will keep an eye on Frodo, won't
you?"
"Two eyes. As often as I can spare them."
"I'm leaving everything to him."
"What about this ring of yours? Is that
staying too?"
Bilbo gives Gandalf a look and nods towards The
mantelpiece.
"Yes, yes, it's in an envelope ... over there on The mantelpiece." Gandalf frowns at The empty mantelpiece ... Bilbo Suddenly feels his waistcoat with a look of guilty surprise. "No, wait. It's here in my pocket. Isn't that ... isn't that odd, now? Yet, after all, why not? Why shouldn't I keep it?"
"I think you should leave The Ring behind, Bilbo. Is that so hard?"
"Well, no ... and yes. Now it comes to
it, I don't feel like parting with it.
It's mine. I found it. It came to me!"
Gandalf looks down at Bilbo with rising Concern .
"There's no need to get angry."
"Well, if I'm angry, it's your fault!
It's mine. My own, my precious."
"Precious? It's been called that before,
but not by you."
"What business is it of yours what I do
with my own things?"
Bilbo'S voice, shape and manner have Suddenly changed.
"I think you've had that ring quite
long enough."
"You want it for yourself!"
Gandalf rises to his full height, his eyes flash, his shadow
Suddenly seems to fill The room.
"Bilbo Baggins, do not take me for some
conjurer of cheap tricks!"
Bilbo cowers from Gandalf, disarmed by his power ... a
frightened Hobbit. Gandalf'S expression softens.
"I am not trying to rob you. I am trying
to help you." Sobbing, Bilbo runs to Gandalf and hugs him. "All your long years we've been friends... trust me as you once did. Let it go!"
"You're right, Gandalf. The Ring must go to Frodo." Bilbo lifts his knapsack and heads for The front door. "It's late, The road is long ... yes, it is time."
"Bilbo?"
"Hmmm?"
"The Ring is still in your pocket." Bilbo hesitates ... reaches into his pocket.
"Oh, yes."
Bilbo pulls out The ring ... he stares at it in his palm. with all his will power, Bilbo allows The ring to slowly slide off his palm and drop to The floor.
The tiny ring lands with a heavy thud on The wooden
floor.
Bilbo staggering out of Bag End ... he braces himself
in The night air, pale and trembeling, as if his loss of The ring
has weakened him. Gandalf steps up behind.
"I've thought up an ending for my
book... ""And he lived happily ever
after to The end of his days.""
"I'm sure you will, my dear friend."
"Goodbye, Gandalf."
"Goodbye, Bilbo."
Bilbo walks away from Bag End, disappearing into The night,
softly singing: "The Road goes on and on."
"Until our next meeting."