Kheti stared at the night sky as several brightly colored
fireworks went off. Streamers hung from every tree, and the smell of
cooking sausages was in the air. A band was playing, and a large crowd of
hobbits were dancing. Kheti sat on an old stool, as Meridoc Brandybuck came
over.
" 'ello Ms.Kheti." Said Meridoc.
" 'ullo Merry." She said back
" This seems to be nothing like Bilbo, he usually hates company." Merry said.
"It is very queer." Kheti thought for a moment. " But......It is Uncle Bilbo's one-hundred annd eleventh birthday......"
She trailed off as all the lights went out, and a great smoke rose. It shaped itself like a mountain seen in the distance, and began to glow at the summit. It sprouted green and scarlet flames. Out flew a red-gold dragon--not life-size, but terribly life-like: fire came from his jaws, his eyes glared down; there was a roar as he wizzed three times over the heads of the crowd. They all ducked, and many fell flat on their faces. The dragon passed like an express train, turned a somersault, and burst over Bywater with a deafening explosion.
" That is the signal for supper!" Yelled Bilbo, from which direction, Kheti could not tell. At once, all the hobbits jumped to thier feet, and ran to the feast.
After the feast((more or less)) came Bilbo's speech.
"My dear Bagginses and Boffins," he began, " and my dear Tooks and Brandybucks, and Grubbs, and Chubbs, and Burrowses, and Hornblowers, and Bolgers,Bracegirdles,Goodbodies,Brockhouses, and Proudfoots."
" PROUDFEET!" shouted an elderly hobbit from the back of the pavillion. His name, of course, was Proudfoot, and well merited, his feet were large, exceptionally hairy, and both were on the table.
" Proudfoots," repeated Bilbo." Also my good Sackville-Bagginses that I welcome back at last to Bag End. Today is my one-hundred and eleventh birthday: I am eleventy one today!"
" HURRAY! Many happy returns Uncle Bilbo!" Kheti yelled, hammering on the table she was at.
" I hope you are all enjoying yourselfs as much as I am!"
Cries of yes((and no)) erupted from the crowd. Noisy trumpets rang. Musical crackers were pulled out. Bilbo, begining to get annoyed, he siezed a horn and gave it three loud blasts. The noise subsided.
"I have called you here for a purpose, indeed, three purposes." he paused. "First of all, to tell you that eleventy-one years is far to short a time to live among such exellent hobbits! "
Tremendous cheers came from the crowd.
"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."
This was unexpected and rather difficult, as most of the hobbits were trying to make out if it was a compliment or not.
"Secondly, to celebrate my birthday.....or, I should say: OUR birthdays. For it is also the birthday of my heir and nephew, Frodo. He comes of age today! "
" FRODO!FRODO! JOLLY OL' FRODO!" Shouted many younger hobbits.
" Together we score one-hundred and fourty-four! " he paused for a moment and looked around. He took a deep breath. " Third and finally. I have an ANNOUNCEMENT to make. "
Kheti and Frodo looked up, they both seemed very confused.
"I regreat to announce that- though as I said before, eleventy-one years is far to short a time to spend among you- this is the END! I am going, I am leaving NOW! GOOD-BYE! " With that, he stepped down annd vanised.
Kheti hadn't noticed it, but during the speech Urien and Addriene had come over and sat by her. At once Urien stood.
" HE'S DEAD!" he cried.
Addriene had an ammused look on her face. She then stood, and walked tword Bag End. Urien followed.
" 'ello Ms.Kheti." Said Meridoc.
" 'ullo Merry." She said back
" This seems to be nothing like Bilbo, he usually hates company." Merry said.
"It is very queer." Kheti thought for a moment. " But......It is Uncle Bilbo's one-hundred annd eleventh birthday......"
She trailed off as all the lights went out, and a great smoke rose. It shaped itself like a mountain seen in the distance, and began to glow at the summit. It sprouted green and scarlet flames. Out flew a red-gold dragon--not life-size, but terribly life-like: fire came from his jaws, his eyes glared down; there was a roar as he wizzed three times over the heads of the crowd. They all ducked, and many fell flat on their faces. The dragon passed like an express train, turned a somersault, and burst over Bywater with a deafening explosion.
" That is the signal for supper!" Yelled Bilbo, from which direction, Kheti could not tell. At once, all the hobbits jumped to thier feet, and ran to the feast.
After the feast((more or less)) came Bilbo's speech.
"My dear Bagginses and Boffins," he began, " and my dear Tooks and Brandybucks, and Grubbs, and Chubbs, and Burrowses, and Hornblowers, and Bolgers,Bracegirdles,Goodbodies,Brockhouses, and Proudfoots."
" PROUDFEET!" shouted an elderly hobbit from the back of the pavillion. His name, of course, was Proudfoot, and well merited, his feet were large, exceptionally hairy, and both were on the table.
" Proudfoots," repeated Bilbo." Also my good Sackville-Bagginses that I welcome back at last to Bag End. Today is my one-hundred and eleventh birthday: I am eleventy one today!"
" HURRAY! Many happy returns Uncle Bilbo!" Kheti yelled, hammering on the table she was at.
" I hope you are all enjoying yourselfs as much as I am!"
Cries of yes((and no)) erupted from the crowd. Noisy trumpets rang. Musical crackers were pulled out. Bilbo, begining to get annoyed, he siezed a horn and gave it three loud blasts. The noise subsided.
"I have called you here for a purpose, indeed, three purposes." he paused. "First of all, to tell you that eleventy-one years is far to short a time to live among such exellent hobbits! "
Tremendous cheers came from the crowd.
"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."
This was unexpected and rather difficult, as most of the hobbits were trying to make out if it was a compliment or not.
"Secondly, to celebrate my birthday.....or, I should say: OUR birthdays. For it is also the birthday of my heir and nephew, Frodo. He comes of age today! "
" FRODO!FRODO! JOLLY OL' FRODO!" Shouted many younger hobbits.
" Together we score one-hundred and fourty-four! " he paused for a moment and looked around. He took a deep breath. " Third and finally. I have an ANNOUNCEMENT to make. "
Kheti and Frodo looked up, they both seemed very confused.
"I regreat to announce that- though as I said before, eleventy-one years is far to short a time to spend among you- this is the END! I am going, I am leaving NOW! GOOD-BYE! " With that, he stepped down annd vanised.
Kheti hadn't noticed it, but during the speech Urien and Addriene had come over and sat by her. At once Urien stood.
" HE'S DEAD!" he cried.
Addriene had an ammused look on her face. She then stood, and walked tword Bag End. Urien followed.