Chapter Four : Too Much Talking
After searching the entire night for his Hobbit Weed, Gandalf decided to spend the night at Frodo's place. Inside Bag End, Gandalf realized how Bilbo won the "Finest Weed Contest."
"The One Weed!" Gandalf exclaimed. "Back in the good old days he stole Gollem's 'precious' - a magical Hobbit Weed enclosed in a plastic bag that would make you invisible if you smoked a bit of it. Whenever it ran out, more would appear. In fact, it was that very Hobbit Weed that drove Gollem into the wretched state he was in. Bilbo always seemed to have the weed in his very pocket - no wonder I couldn't find it." After Gandalf gave the readers this important information, he set out to Bilbo's coffin in the next room and found the One Weed in his pocket. He snatched it but accidentally dropped it onto the ground. It landed on the floor (no... really?) and let out a long echoing boom-like sound that resonated across the room. Gandalf was just about to pick it up, but was startled when he saw a nose, circled by fire and darkness. Gandalf was so shocked by this illusion that he sat down and stared at the fireplace for the next several hours. Just then, Frodo walked in and saw Gandalf sitting in his favorite chair. Noticing the little bag of Hobbit Weed, he picked it up.
"Gandalf?" Frodo stated. He walked up to Gandalf, forgetting to close the door behind him.
"Riddles in the dark. My precious. Bilbo's weed," Gandalf muttered to himself.
"Say, I just realized something. Now that Bilbo's dead, I get Bag End all to myself now!" Frodo cheered.
"Along with all his possessions. The weed is yours now. Put it somewhere out of my sight, so... I can't... take it," Gandalf said as a tear left his eye and left the room.
"Wait, where are you going?" Frodo asked.
"To the Hobbit Weed Shop, so that I'm the first one there tomorrow morning. After that, I'm going to get some questions answered. Keep it secret. Keep it safe," Gandalf rambled as he left Bag End. A few minutes later, Frodo looked down at the little bag of Hobbit Weed he possessed.
"I wonder what Gandalf was talking about," Frodo said as he tossed the bag onto an old wooden table.
After searching the entire night for his Hobbit Weed, Gandalf decided to spend the night at Frodo's place. Inside Bag End, Gandalf realized how Bilbo won the "Finest Weed Contest."
"The One Weed!" Gandalf exclaimed. "Back in the good old days he stole Gollem's 'precious' - a magical Hobbit Weed enclosed in a plastic bag that would make you invisible if you smoked a bit of it. Whenever it ran out, more would appear. In fact, it was that very Hobbit Weed that drove Gollem into the wretched state he was in. Bilbo always seemed to have the weed in his very pocket - no wonder I couldn't find it." After Gandalf gave the readers this important information, he set out to Bilbo's coffin in the next room and found the One Weed in his pocket. He snatched it but accidentally dropped it onto the ground. It landed on the floor (no... really?) and let out a long echoing boom-like sound that resonated across the room. Gandalf was just about to pick it up, but was startled when he saw a nose, circled by fire and darkness. Gandalf was so shocked by this illusion that he sat down and stared at the fireplace for the next several hours. Just then, Frodo walked in and saw Gandalf sitting in his favorite chair. Noticing the little bag of Hobbit Weed, he picked it up.
"Gandalf?" Frodo stated. He walked up to Gandalf, forgetting to close the door behind him.
"Riddles in the dark. My precious. Bilbo's weed," Gandalf muttered to himself.
"Say, I just realized something. Now that Bilbo's dead, I get Bag End all to myself now!" Frodo cheered.
"Along with all his possessions. The weed is yours now. Put it somewhere out of my sight, so... I can't... take it," Gandalf said as a tear left his eye and left the room.
"Wait, where are you going?" Frodo asked.
"To the Hobbit Weed Shop, so that I'm the first one there tomorrow morning. After that, I'm going to get some questions answered. Keep it secret. Keep it safe," Gandalf rambled as he left Bag End. A few minutes later, Frodo looked down at the little bag of Hobbit Weed he possessed.
"I wonder what Gandalf was talking about," Frodo said as he tossed the bag onto an old wooden table.