Pit Baggins sat alone beneath a tree in Dreamland, reading a book. 60 years had passed since his uncle Olimar returned from his adventure to Death Mountain and him returning with his mysterious ring. He had raised the young hobbit ever since his parents passed away in a boating accident. His Eleventy Hundredth birthday was coming soon and it was Pit's Thirty Third. He never knew what his birthday was, so he considered Olimar's his own. Hobbits aged slower than men, so to men, it'd be like turning eighteen.

The outside world never affected Dreamland. It was always the one place in Nintendo always pure and rich. You could call it heaven on Nintendo. It was absolutely nothing short of exactly that. None would ever mind living there.

Suddenly, he heard signing in the distance. There was only one person that would come around such parts that had a voice like that. Pit closed his book and got up. He then ran towards the voice. When he reached the road, there was a cart being pulled by a lone horse. The driver was blue all over, except for a line of black along his eyes that made it look like a mask. He also had a pointed, faded blue wizard hat.

"Your late," Pit said to the person.

He stopped and looked up and said, "A wizard is never late, Pit Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to!"

The two looked at each other for a moment and began laughing.

"It's wonderful to see you, Lucario!" Pit exclaimed as he jumped into Lucario's arms.



"You don't think I would miss you and your Uncle Olimar's birthdays, do you?" Lucario asked.

As they two continued on down the path in Lucario's carriage, Pit said to Lucario, "What news of the outside world? Tell me everything!"

"Everything?" Lucario asked, "You're far too eager and curious for a hobbit. Most unnatural. Ah, 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, scaring the awareness of the existence of hobbits. For which I am very thankful."

He had a good reason to. Hobbits were a very weak race. One could easily invade their land and defeat them with a not to strong army. As they rode on, Lucario and Pit continued their conversation.

"So how is the old rascal?" Lucario asked, "I hear it's going to be a party of special magnificence."

"You know Olimar," Pit said, "He's got the whole place in an uproar."

"Well, now, that should please him," Lucario said.

"Half of Dreamland's been invited!"

"Gracious, me,"

"He's up to something…" Pit suspected.

"Oh… really…" Lucario played dumb.

"All right then, keep your secrets," Pit said, causing Lucario to chuckle, "Before you came along, we Baggins were very well thought of."

"Indeed," Lucario agreed.



"Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected," Pit said.

"If you're referring to that incident with the dragon, I was barely involved," Lucario said, "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," Pit said. The two continued on down the road for a bit before Pit spoke up again.

"Lucario," he said, "I'm glad you're back."

"So am I, dear boy!" Lucario said as Pit jumped off the carriage and walked on, "So am I."

As Lucario rode up the hill, he stopped as he came to his destination. Hobbits lived in holes in the ground and he stopped as he reached Olimar's home.

He walked up to the door, the only visible part of the house except for the chimney; he knocked and heard from the other side, "No thank you! We don't want any more visitors, well wishers or distant relations!"

"And what about very old friends?" Lucario almost couldn't help himself from bursting out in laughter.

The door opened to reveal the hobbit Olimar Baggins.

"Lucario?" he asked.

"Olimar Baggins!" Lucario said as he kneeled down to his friend's size and hugged.



"It's amazing to see you," Lucario said, "One hundred and eleven years old!"

He then looked at Olimar and said, "You haven't aged a day."

They both began to laugh as Olimar said, "Well, come on in!"

Lucario walked in and almost reached the roof by just standing up because the homes were built for people of hobbit size.

"Tea?" Olimar asked as he took Lucario's hat and staff, "Or maybe something a little stronger? I've got a few bottles of the old winchers left. 1296, very good year! It's almost as old as I am!"

He then put Lucario's staff and hat in a corner and began to run off the kitchen as he continued, "It was laid down by my father. What say we open one, heh?"

"Just tea, thank you," Lucario said. As he turned he bumped his head on the door way and walked into the living room as Olimar continued on from the kitchen. He walked over to the desk and looked at the stuff on. It was a map of Nintendo, particularly of the area with Death Mountain.

"I can make you some eggs if you like," Olimar said as he walked into the living room to find Lucario gone.

"Just tea, thank you," Lucario said as he appeared in the kitchen from behind Olimar.

"Oh, right," Olimar said, "You don't mind if I eat, do you?"

"No, not at all," Lucario said. Suddenly a banging was heard on the door and a voice shouting, "Olimar! Olimar Baggins!"



"I'm not at home!" Olimar whispered to Lucario. When the person was gone, Olimar walked over to Lucario, saying, "I have to get away from these compounded relatives, hanging on the bell, never giving me a moment's peace! I want to see mountains again. Mountains, Lucario! And find somewhere quiet where I can finish my book. Oh, tea!"

Olimar walked over to the pot and poured cups for he and Lucario as Lucario said, "So, you mean to go through with your plan then?"

"Yes," Olimar said, "All the arrangements have been made."

"Pit suspects something," Lucario said.

"Of course he does, he's a Baggins! Not some block-headed parish from Hard Bottle!"

"You will tell him, won't you?"

"Yes, yes…"

"He's very fond of you,"

"I know…" Olimar said, "He'd probably come with me if I asked him to. But, in his heart, Pit's still in love with Dreamland. Woods, fields, little rivers."

Neither spoke for a moment before Olimar said, "I'm old, Lucario. I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it. I feel… thin… 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 too…"

Later that evening, right before Olimar and Pit's party, Lucario and Olimar sat outside Olimar's house, smoking pipes. Olimar blew out a ring and Lucario blew out a ship that sailed through it.



"Lucario, my old friend," Olimar said, "This will be a night to remember…"