'I am off to the little house at the end of Bag End, to see Mr. Baggins to reminisce his success at the mouth of the Scelientum all those year ago. It was most noble of him to donate all of the treasure to the Mayor to spend on all of the needs of Shire. I am sure that he will use the treasure wisely but I don't like lots of money hanging around as it is bound to draw trouble. After the troubles of the Third age, we are careful around strangers, especially the growing population of Men. They are very treacherous beings Men, always thinking of themselves and how to get more money and power. Anyway, I must not babble or else I will be late.'
As Drogo left number five, Bag Shot Row he would never have guessed what the ancient gaffer Mr. Frodo Baggins had instore for him.
As he arrived at Frodo's house, he heard lots of little voices. Looking behind him, he saw a cart full of cheerful, little faces. Suddenly, he realised who they were.
"Dwarves!" he cried with glee "Mr. Baggins come and see."
Leading them all was the one and only Tom Bombadil. With a spring of joy in his step he knocked on the door and shouted for Mr. Frodo to come and take a look at their visitors. Eventually the old 'gaffer' came to the door and, with a slight discomfort ran to meet Tom.
"Tom you've finally arrived, you're over an hour late I wanted you here before Drogo arrived! Never mind, here you all are come in now hurry up."
As they settled into the front room of the comfortable hole, if a little cramped, Frodo began.
"I invited you all here for certain reasons, Tom I wanted you because you now all there is to know about Gandalf, his whereabouts and so on, dwarves you are going to assist Drogo in his part of the scheme and most importantly you Drogo. I want you to take up a very serious task for me, as you know, I am getting old and can no longer go haring around like you. I want you to go and retrieve Gandalf from his position as I hear it is very precarious indeed. This is where Tom comes in, you have to help Drogo in anyway possible to find him. Gandalf maybe under some other power so I want you to do what ever it takes to get him back as in the near future we will need him greatly. Be prepared to fight him if need be but I hope that will not be the case."
At the prospect of another adventure the dwarves whooped with joy and were introducing themselves to Drogo.
"We're the twins Bolgo and Bolger",
"Gimli at your service",
"Thror, nice to meet you",
"Thrain behind you all the way",
"Rolo glad to meet you, er...anything to eat Frodo?"
"Hi, Filch is the name, picking locks is my game",
"My name's Dolman but everyone calls me Dol",
"I'm Marldor, leader of the pack, and this is Flotch, you met his brother back there excellent lock pickers both of them, can open any door! Also there's Gloin, Halbeard, Darch, Finnklberry and Gantt."
Once they had finished Drogo flopped down in the large leather armchair and looked at the dwarves desperately trying to remember all of their names. After a moments silence Frodo spoke again,
"I want you all to realise how desperate the situation is, if we don't get Gandalf back soon then he could do some real damage, against his will, but damage all the same."
" So what you're saying is we need to go and find Gandalf, wherever he is, and get him back to normal even if it means killing him for a reason which you won't tell us!" Marldor exclaimed.
" No, no you don't understand, if I tell you what will happen you won't go on this adventure and it is imperative that you do!" Frodo cried "And another thing is that you won't kill him. While he is possessed he is no longer under his own control, therefore he does not have his own life force, that means you will only send away the possessor."
All of this information was swimming around in Drogo's head when suddenly Marldor said
"Drogo what do you think? If you want to do it then we're right behind you."
This was met by loud voices of agreement from the other dwarves.
"Why do you think I'm so brilliant anyway, why are you banking all of your hopes on me?
" Because I know a lot more than meets the eye," said Frodo
" Yeah believe it he ain't any plain hobbit," Bolger shouted bowling everyone who was standing over. Bolger was a very large dwarf. At the young age of 20 he was bigger than any other dwarf in all of dwarf history. He could pick up a fully-grown man and was often in the Dwarves battles.
"You're a lot stronger than you think and smarter" replied Frodo
" Me, smart, I'm as thick as two planks everyone knows that, I never even went to Hobbit school."
" It doesn't matter what they taught you it's what you know anyway."
This, Drogo didn't understand but tried to look knowledgeable.
" You don't understand do you," Frodo said
" Well...no," Drogo replied
" It doesn't matter just concentrate on the task ahead, if you're up for it."
As Drogo left number five, Bag Shot Row he would never have guessed what the ancient gaffer Mr. Frodo Baggins had instore for him.
As he arrived at Frodo's house, he heard lots of little voices. Looking behind him, he saw a cart full of cheerful, little faces. Suddenly, he realised who they were.
"Dwarves!" he cried with glee "Mr. Baggins come and see."
Leading them all was the one and only Tom Bombadil. With a spring of joy in his step he knocked on the door and shouted for Mr. Frodo to come and take a look at their visitors. Eventually the old 'gaffer' came to the door and, with a slight discomfort ran to meet Tom.
"Tom you've finally arrived, you're over an hour late I wanted you here before Drogo arrived! Never mind, here you all are come in now hurry up."
As they settled into the front room of the comfortable hole, if a little cramped, Frodo began.
"I invited you all here for certain reasons, Tom I wanted you because you now all there is to know about Gandalf, his whereabouts and so on, dwarves you are going to assist Drogo in his part of the scheme and most importantly you Drogo. I want you to take up a very serious task for me, as you know, I am getting old and can no longer go haring around like you. I want you to go and retrieve Gandalf from his position as I hear it is very precarious indeed. This is where Tom comes in, you have to help Drogo in anyway possible to find him. Gandalf maybe under some other power so I want you to do what ever it takes to get him back as in the near future we will need him greatly. Be prepared to fight him if need be but I hope that will not be the case."
At the prospect of another adventure the dwarves whooped with joy and were introducing themselves to Drogo.
"We're the twins Bolgo and Bolger",
"Gimli at your service",
"Thror, nice to meet you",
"Thrain behind you all the way",
"Rolo glad to meet you, er...anything to eat Frodo?"
"Hi, Filch is the name, picking locks is my game",
"My name's Dolman but everyone calls me Dol",
"I'm Marldor, leader of the pack, and this is Flotch, you met his brother back there excellent lock pickers both of them, can open any door! Also there's Gloin, Halbeard, Darch, Finnklberry and Gantt."
Once they had finished Drogo flopped down in the large leather armchair and looked at the dwarves desperately trying to remember all of their names. After a moments silence Frodo spoke again,
"I want you all to realise how desperate the situation is, if we don't get Gandalf back soon then he could do some real damage, against his will, but damage all the same."
" So what you're saying is we need to go and find Gandalf, wherever he is, and get him back to normal even if it means killing him for a reason which you won't tell us!" Marldor exclaimed.
" No, no you don't understand, if I tell you what will happen you won't go on this adventure and it is imperative that you do!" Frodo cried "And another thing is that you won't kill him. While he is possessed he is no longer under his own control, therefore he does not have his own life force, that means you will only send away the possessor."
All of this information was swimming around in Drogo's head when suddenly Marldor said
"Drogo what do you think? If you want to do it then we're right behind you."
This was met by loud voices of agreement from the other dwarves.
"Why do you think I'm so brilliant anyway, why are you banking all of your hopes on me?
" Because I know a lot more than meets the eye," said Frodo
" Yeah believe it he ain't any plain hobbit," Bolger shouted bowling everyone who was standing over. Bolger was a very large dwarf. At the young age of 20 he was bigger than any other dwarf in all of dwarf history. He could pick up a fully-grown man and was often in the Dwarves battles.
"You're a lot stronger than you think and smarter" replied Frodo
" Me, smart, I'm as thick as two planks everyone knows that, I never even went to Hobbit school."
" It doesn't matter what they taught you it's what you know anyway."
This, Drogo didn't understand but tried to look knowledgeable.
" You don't understand do you," Frodo said
" Well...no," Drogo replied
" It doesn't matter just concentrate on the task ahead, if you're up for it."