May, 1401 S.R.
At the Green Dragon
The Gaffer says that keeping a journal is a good idea and he's been getting on my case about starting one for a while. I thought about it off and on, but Mr. Bilbo's disappearing was the only out of the ordinary thing that's ever happened in the Shire until today. (Well, except his going off on that adventure, but that was so long ago I don't remember much about it.) Today seems like a good day to start a journal because I feel like my calm, peaceful life has ending, and an exciting, scary one has just begun. I don't quit e know how I feel about that. Part of me wants to live peacefully and non eventfully to the end of my days, like the Gaffer, but another part of me's been feeling more and more restless for a long time. I've been wanting to do more than just gardening, so I've been doing more and more spying for Merry and Pippin. It was because of that I just might be going off on an adventure like Mr. Bilbo's.
What happened was that I was trimming the hedge for Mr. Frodo, and I was getting restless again, and part of me was thinking that there had to be something better to do than trimming that hedge, and the other part was lecturing me on being a good servant for a good master, and then I heard Gandalf talking to Mr. Frodo inside. The window was closed and I knew that something big was up, because Frodo never closes the window on a sunny day. Then I heard Gandalf say something about the Ring that Merry's been babbling on about for ages. I kept trimming the hedge, but somehow, I never managed to make myself move out from under the window. Gandalf kept talking about Elves, and a fiery mountain, and an Enemy, and then he said that Mr. Frodo should leave the Shire. I had been fascinated by the story, but when he said that about Mr. Frodo leaving, I got all choked up. He must have heard me, because he reached down over the sill, and before I realized what was happening, he caught me by the ear, jerked me up, and accused me of eavesdropping. I was flustered, startled, and embarrassed (Mr. Frodo was looking at me with a very jarred and shocked expression on his face), so the only excuse I could come up with was something silly about there not being any eaves at Bag End. Needles to say, that made him quite angry, and I was terrified that he would turn me into some freak of nature, but he only lectured me a bit, and then he actually said I could go with Mr. Frodo. I was so excited about seeing the Elves (Gandalf had said that Frodo should see them before he left the Shire) and so happy about not being left behind that I bust into tears.
I think I'll stop for now. Some of the folks here keep giving me odd looks. Besides, Ted just came in. It may be wicked of me, but I've got a very strong urge to invite him over here and gloat a little about Gandalf believing in the Elves. If there's one thing that git can't shrug off it's the knowledge of wizards. They're not called The Wise for nothing.
At the Green Dragon
The Gaffer says that keeping a journal is a good idea and he's been getting on my case about starting one for a while. I thought about it off and on, but Mr. Bilbo's disappearing was the only out of the ordinary thing that's ever happened in the Shire until today. (Well, except his going off on that adventure, but that was so long ago I don't remember much about it.) Today seems like a good day to start a journal because I feel like my calm, peaceful life has ending, and an exciting, scary one has just begun. I don't quit e know how I feel about that. Part of me wants to live peacefully and non eventfully to the end of my days, like the Gaffer, but another part of me's been feeling more and more restless for a long time. I've been wanting to do more than just gardening, so I've been doing more and more spying for Merry and Pippin. It was because of that I just might be going off on an adventure like Mr. Bilbo's.
What happened was that I was trimming the hedge for Mr. Frodo, and I was getting restless again, and part of me was thinking that there had to be something better to do than trimming that hedge, and the other part was lecturing me on being a good servant for a good master, and then I heard Gandalf talking to Mr. Frodo inside. The window was closed and I knew that something big was up, because Frodo never closes the window on a sunny day. Then I heard Gandalf say something about the Ring that Merry's been babbling on about for ages. I kept trimming the hedge, but somehow, I never managed to make myself move out from under the window. Gandalf kept talking about Elves, and a fiery mountain, and an Enemy, and then he said that Mr. Frodo should leave the Shire. I had been fascinated by the story, but when he said that about Mr. Frodo leaving, I got all choked up. He must have heard me, because he reached down over the sill, and before I realized what was happening, he caught me by the ear, jerked me up, and accused me of eavesdropping. I was flustered, startled, and embarrassed (Mr. Frodo was looking at me with a very jarred and shocked expression on his face), so the only excuse I could come up with was something silly about there not being any eaves at Bag End. Needles to say, that made him quite angry, and I was terrified that he would turn me into some freak of nature, but he only lectured me a bit, and then he actually said I could go with Mr. Frodo. I was so excited about seeing the Elves (Gandalf had said that Frodo should see them before he left the Shire) and so happy about not being left behind that I bust into tears.
I think I'll stop for now. Some of the folks here keep giving me odd looks. Besides, Ted just came in. It may be wicked of me, but I've got a very strong urge to invite him over here and gloat a little about Gandalf believing in the Elves. If there's one thing that git can't shrug off it's the knowledge of wizards. They're not called The Wise for nothing.
