Chapter 12
Bilbo's Promise
Late into the afternoon while the warm summer sun slowly progressed across the azure sky, a gentle breeze lightly touched the hobbits in the wagon that traveled upon the road. Thick wisps of dust rolled out just behind the wooden-barrel wheels and at the hooves of the pony's feet that pulled the small wagon onward towards Hardbottle. The constant rolling and pitching from the wagon eased Camellia and Lobelia into a restful slumber. Restful it was, especially for Bilbo who did not have to listen to their constant whining and complaining.
Over the gentle rolling green hills and into the small valleys then up again to the next crest of the hill, the wagon rolled onward. Bilbo was tempted to stop the wagon for a snack or a last afternoon meal, but he thought better of it, 'let sleeping dogs lye!' as his father often quoted him. That thought made him chuckle comparing dogs to the two hobbitesses that traveled with him. Having his traveling bag sitting next to him upon the seat, he could easily reach into it for another twice baked bread to munch upon.
When Bilbo crested the next top of the hill, he could easily look down upon Logo Bracegirdle's home. But he was not prepared for what his eyes met while he gazed upon it.
There was rows of carts and wagons in the adjoining field near his home. He could clearly see couples walking arm in arm and carrying big bouquets of flowers into the hobbit hole. Their solemn expressions marked the occasion for their visit.
Bilbo lowered his head in defeat now knowing that Logo Bracegirdle did not make it long enough for him to bring his daughter home. Shaking his head gentle, Bilbo heart filled with sadness for his dear life-long friend. His eyes slowly drifted to the back of the wagon and saw Lobelia and Camellia sleeping next to each other. Bilbo wondered how he was ever to going to tell her that her father had died.
Reaching down he gently awoken Lobelia. "We're almost there, me dear!" said Bilbo with pity in his voice.
Lobelia blinked her eyes and slowly sat up in the wagon. Seeing Camellia sleeping next to her, she didn't mind giving her a hard nudge in the ribs to awaken her.
Camellia groaned once from the direct hit and her eyes snapped open and so did her mouth. "Watch it! You stupid twit!" stated Camellia as she glared at Lobelia and rubbed her aching ribs.
Lobelia was ready to hurl another insult at Camellia, but the group of hobbits that stood in the front yard of her father's home caused her to stop while she looked down upon them.
"Bilbo, what is happening down there?"
By Bilbo's sadden expression, she could only guest what all those hobbits were doing at her home. "I'm sorry, Lobelia. We have come too late!" said Bilbo with the deepest sympathy for her.
Lobelia climbed over the seat and sat down next to Bilbo while she stared out at her home, saying nothing.
Camellia wondering why Lobelia had not tossed another one of her famous insults at her, stood up to see what had caused her silence.
Seeing the group of hobbits standing at the door of Logo Bracegirdle's home, she knew in an instant. "Oh my word!" gasped Camellia out loud. She quickly tried to smooth down her hair and roll it into a neat bun. But the cakes of dried mud prevented any type of hair style.
"This is your fault, Bilbo Baggins! Look at me! I can not go down there and have everyone see me looking like.......well, a swam rat! It maybe fitting for Miss Lobelia here, but not certainly for me! After all I do have a reputation to uphold!" said Camellia.
Bilbo snapped the reins on his ponies and the lurching of the wagon as it went forward tossed Camellia onto her backside. "Bilbo! You stop this wagon right this minute!" shouted Camellia while she scrambled to her knees.
Bilbo just ignored her insults and cursing while they made their way down the hill and to the hobbit hole.
Camellia spotted a few of the upper class hobbits just climbing out of their carriage and she quickly ducked behind the seat of the wagon and covered her head with her hands. "Bilbo, please turn the wagon around and take it to the other side. I can not have anyone seeing me!" whispered Camellia.
Bilbo only smiled and loudly called out to the Thain and his companions, "Isengrim! Good Day to you! Ruby Baggins so nice to see you again! Where is that fine son of yours?"
Camellia scowled at Bilbo for calling him over to there wagon. Cursing under her breath she crawled to the side of the wagon to make a desperate escape.
Bilbo pulled the reins to his ponies to stop while the hobbits came over to the wagon to greet him. Seeing a cowering hobbit in the corner of the back of the wagon, Ruby Baggins announced, "Camellia, is that you?" she said in a loud voice while other hobbits turned to see her.
Camellia put her finger to her lips to quiet them. "Shhhhh!" she snapped at them.
"Good gracious me, you look a fright Camellia. Whatever have you been doing!" shouted Ruby Baggins again after being so shocked at Camellia slovenly appearance.
Camellia tried to climb down from the wagon, but the hem of her skirt caught on a loosen nail, tearing the hem. With a quick jerk, Camellia pulled her skirt free from the nail and jumped down from the wagon. Her hair stuck out in all directions and almost standing straight up in the air. Clumps of dried mud were pasted in the roots and side of her hair. She had a black and blue swollen eye and a swollen bottom lip. Camellia pulled her torn sleeve up on her dress and adjusted her skirt. "It's none of your business, Ruby Baggins!" snapped Camellia and she turned with a jerk and scoffed off down the dirt path heading back to Hobbiton.
While all eyes followed the retreating Camellia Sackville-Baggins a roar of laughter followed her.
Bilbo went around the wagon to help Lobelia down. Not caring what she looked like and rushed passed the hobbits into her home.
She froze in her steps when she reached the sitting room and saw her father's coffin sitting on a table surrounded by visitors. Slowly she walked up to the coffin and gazed down upon her father's withered old face.
The visitors stepped away to allow Lobelia sometime to be alone with her father.
Bilbo stood in the doorway and watched Lobelia closely. Seeing her son a short distance away, Belladonna joined him and noticed who he was watching so closely. "Bilbo is everything all right? I have been so worried about you when I got your note from Logo's housekeeper."
Bilbo patted his mother's hand that rest upon his arm to reassure her. "I've come back too late! I have brought Lobelia back to see her father one last time. I am hoping now that at his funeral that she will make her peace with him!"
Belladonna glanced at Lobelia and then back at her son, "The poor lass, my heart goes out to her!"
Lobelia gazed down upon her father that was dressed in a long white robe with his gnarled old hands folded and rested upon his lifeless chest. She could see his aged old withered look from his ash-whiten face and his long, white-gray hair that was combed neatly back and rested upon a silken white pillow.
Lobelia had remembered the lavished cravings her father had created on the numerous coffins that he had made for noble hobbits that had died. But for Logo, there was not a single craving that embellished his coffin, only a plain simple wooden boards. No longer would his hands ever toil in making his rich cravings and furnishings that the hobbits had loved.
While Bilbo watched Lobelia's expressionless face, tears began to form in his eyes. His memories of Logo drifted in his thoughts and it hurt him dearly that he would never again be blessed with his presence. Bilbo's heart filled with pity for Lobelia in knowing how this must be hurting her to see her father without being able to say her good-byes to him.
Bilbo excused himself from his mother's side and slowly approached Lobelia. Putting his arm around her to comfort her in thinking that she was so grief stricken. Her eyes darted up towards Bilbo and cast his arm away from her. Squaring her chin, she sneered at him. "Leave me alone you fool! This means nothing to me! The only thing I want is my family's inheritance!"
She pushed passed Bilbo and marched outside to be alone. Bilbo stood frozen in place unable to move or think. Bilbo looked upon Logo for the last time and made one more oath to him, speaking to himself, Bilbo said, 'She will never change, Logo. She is cruel and heartless. I promise you a new oath, Lobelia will never get her hands upon all that you have worked for all of your life. She does not deserve it! Nor do I, my friend! Lobelia's inheritance will stay in Bag End and it will never be opened! I swear Logo, I will honor your last wishes!'
All through the funeral and luncheon Lobelia did not speak to anyone. She remained by herself in a far corner of the room. Even when they marched Logo to his gravesite, she remained emotionless and grim. The hobbits sang their funeral songs with great weeping and sorrow, but still this did not move Lobelia to any emotion. Her demeanor flabbergasted Bilbo while he cried openly for Logo.
It was not until the Thain began to read Logo's last Will, did she begin to speak and squawk.
Holding the parchment in his hands Isengrim read Logo's last words eloquently. "I, Logo Bracegirdle, being of sound mind, do here and declare that all my holdings and financing will go to Bilbo Baggins of Bag End. I give him Lobelia's dowry, family spoons and the full inheritance of all property for Biblo Baggins to have and hold as the promise that we had made in agreement with each other until the day that he sees fit to return them to my daughter. To my daughter, Lobelia, I give you nothing that I own and claim fault of her self-seeking nature and temperament. It is with the greatest sorrow in my heart that I have not been the father that she had needed. I hope that you can find it in your heart Lobelia to see the errors of your ways and come to amend them for yourself. Until that day, Bilbo Baggins will be my heir to our family estate and holdings!"
"This is ridiculous!" shouted Lobelia. "My father was crazy to ever consider such a notion! He was not in his right mind! I am his heir not Bilbo Baggins!"
Belladonna sat next to Bilbo was utterly shocked by Lobelia's harsh words. Her eyes narrowed at Lobelia being so disrespectful to her father and his last wishes.
Isengrim turned and looked at Lobelia, "I am sorry, my dear, but what your father has written will be honored! His estate will go to Bilbo Baggins of Bag End!"
"You! You thief! You're the one who turned my father against me! You crazy half-minded fool!" shouted Lobelia. "You are not going to get away with this, Bilbo! Do you hear me! You'll never have my family estate!"
Belladonna gasped out loud, but Bilbo turned to her and quieted her. "She just upset is all! Do not heed what she is speaking!" said Bilbo in a calm voice.
Isengrim picked up Logo's hammer that was on the table and pounded it loudly to get everyone's attention. "Hear! Hear! I will not have this caterwauling any longer! You have all heard the reading of Logo Bracegirdle's last words! And his words will be honored! Escort her out of here at once!"
Lobelia's face was bright red with anger as she glared at Bilbo. "I hate you, Bilbo Baggins. I'll hate you forever!"
The Thain's guards took each arm of Lobelia and escorted her from the room and shut the door.
Bilbo gently stroked his mother's hands and gazed down at her while he stood up from his chair. She could see the hurt in her son's face and it angered her at Lobelia harsh words. Bilbo excused himself from his mother and approached the Thain.
"Congratulations Bilbo, you are now a very rich hobbit!" Isengrim motioned to his guards to bring Bilbo a large bag and placed it upon the table. Bilbo could see that the weight of the bag took two hobbits to lift it.
Isengrim turned is attention to the bag. "Logo has directed me to give you this bag. He himself has shown me what is inside. I must say, Bilbo, even I have never seen such a treasure. By the looks of Logo, one would have never guest that he was worth so much!"
"Thank you, Isengrim! I have made Logo a promise that I don't intend to break. It is with a heavy heart that I accept this from him," stated Bilbo.
Isengrim watched Bilbo a moment, but noticed that he was not in the least bit curious of what was in the bag. "Well aren't you going to open it and see what is inside?"
Bilbo shook his head, "No, Isengrim! This bag belongs to Logo and is not mine to have, as I see it! I only honor Logo and keep this for him until the promise I have made to him is full-filled!"
Isengrim nodded before he spoke, "If it is your wish, Bilbo! I'll have my guards put this in your wagon! Let us have a drink and toast Logo one last time!"
Before Bilbo had a chance to take his first sip, the guards returned and stood in front of him. "I regretfully inform you, sir. Your wagon has been taken by Mrs. Sackville- Baggins!"
Bilbo scowled, "Confound you, Lobelia!"
The Thain graciously offer his assistance with a ride back to Bag End. Bilbo's eyes wondered over to the thick heavy bag and the box of Bracegirdle's family spoons that rested next to it.
Belladonna also kept her eyes upon the bag and wondered what sort of treasure was inside.
The guards carried the bag into Bag End and placed it on a table in his sitting room. Bilbo and his mother thanked the Thain and he carried the box of spoons into their hobbit hole and shut the door.
Belladonna walked over to the bag and tried to open it.
Hastening his steps, Bilbo races to his mother's side. "No, Mama! This is not ours! Logo has made me promise to keep this for Lobelia in the hopes that she will turn over a new leaf and give up her selfish ways!"
Belladonna looked at her son in a knowing manner. "She will never change, Bilbo! So you might as well claim this as your own!"
"I have a better plan. This is going into our new vault and there it is going to stay!" said Bilbo as he scuttled off to get his small wagon his mother saved for him when he was just a lad.
"What new vault, Bilbo?" asked Belladonna.
"The vault that father had never finished!" stated Bilbo over his shoulder and disappeared into a near tunnel.
Belladonna could not figure out what Bilbo had meant by that. Looking at the bag again she was tempted to take a look while she waited for Bilbo to return.
Bilbo's Promise
Late into the afternoon while the warm summer sun slowly progressed across the azure sky, a gentle breeze lightly touched the hobbits in the wagon that traveled upon the road. Thick wisps of dust rolled out just behind the wooden-barrel wheels and at the hooves of the pony's feet that pulled the small wagon onward towards Hardbottle. The constant rolling and pitching from the wagon eased Camellia and Lobelia into a restful slumber. Restful it was, especially for Bilbo who did not have to listen to their constant whining and complaining.
Over the gentle rolling green hills and into the small valleys then up again to the next crest of the hill, the wagon rolled onward. Bilbo was tempted to stop the wagon for a snack or a last afternoon meal, but he thought better of it, 'let sleeping dogs lye!' as his father often quoted him. That thought made him chuckle comparing dogs to the two hobbitesses that traveled with him. Having his traveling bag sitting next to him upon the seat, he could easily reach into it for another twice baked bread to munch upon.
When Bilbo crested the next top of the hill, he could easily look down upon Logo Bracegirdle's home. But he was not prepared for what his eyes met while he gazed upon it.
There was rows of carts and wagons in the adjoining field near his home. He could clearly see couples walking arm in arm and carrying big bouquets of flowers into the hobbit hole. Their solemn expressions marked the occasion for their visit.
Bilbo lowered his head in defeat now knowing that Logo Bracegirdle did not make it long enough for him to bring his daughter home. Shaking his head gentle, Bilbo heart filled with sadness for his dear life-long friend. His eyes slowly drifted to the back of the wagon and saw Lobelia and Camellia sleeping next to each other. Bilbo wondered how he was ever to going to tell her that her father had died.
Reaching down he gently awoken Lobelia. "We're almost there, me dear!" said Bilbo with pity in his voice.
Lobelia blinked her eyes and slowly sat up in the wagon. Seeing Camellia sleeping next to her, she didn't mind giving her a hard nudge in the ribs to awaken her.
Camellia groaned once from the direct hit and her eyes snapped open and so did her mouth. "Watch it! You stupid twit!" stated Camellia as she glared at Lobelia and rubbed her aching ribs.
Lobelia was ready to hurl another insult at Camellia, but the group of hobbits that stood in the front yard of her father's home caused her to stop while she looked down upon them.
"Bilbo, what is happening down there?"
By Bilbo's sadden expression, she could only guest what all those hobbits were doing at her home. "I'm sorry, Lobelia. We have come too late!" said Bilbo with the deepest sympathy for her.
Lobelia climbed over the seat and sat down next to Bilbo while she stared out at her home, saying nothing.
Camellia wondering why Lobelia had not tossed another one of her famous insults at her, stood up to see what had caused her silence.
Seeing the group of hobbits standing at the door of Logo Bracegirdle's home, she knew in an instant. "Oh my word!" gasped Camellia out loud. She quickly tried to smooth down her hair and roll it into a neat bun. But the cakes of dried mud prevented any type of hair style.
"This is your fault, Bilbo Baggins! Look at me! I can not go down there and have everyone see me looking like.......well, a swam rat! It maybe fitting for Miss Lobelia here, but not certainly for me! After all I do have a reputation to uphold!" said Camellia.
Bilbo snapped the reins on his ponies and the lurching of the wagon as it went forward tossed Camellia onto her backside. "Bilbo! You stop this wagon right this minute!" shouted Camellia while she scrambled to her knees.
Bilbo just ignored her insults and cursing while they made their way down the hill and to the hobbit hole.
Camellia spotted a few of the upper class hobbits just climbing out of their carriage and she quickly ducked behind the seat of the wagon and covered her head with her hands. "Bilbo, please turn the wagon around and take it to the other side. I can not have anyone seeing me!" whispered Camellia.
Bilbo only smiled and loudly called out to the Thain and his companions, "Isengrim! Good Day to you! Ruby Baggins so nice to see you again! Where is that fine son of yours?"
Camellia scowled at Bilbo for calling him over to there wagon. Cursing under her breath she crawled to the side of the wagon to make a desperate escape.
Bilbo pulled the reins to his ponies to stop while the hobbits came over to the wagon to greet him. Seeing a cowering hobbit in the corner of the back of the wagon, Ruby Baggins announced, "Camellia, is that you?" she said in a loud voice while other hobbits turned to see her.
Camellia put her finger to her lips to quiet them. "Shhhhh!" she snapped at them.
"Good gracious me, you look a fright Camellia. Whatever have you been doing!" shouted Ruby Baggins again after being so shocked at Camellia slovenly appearance.
Camellia tried to climb down from the wagon, but the hem of her skirt caught on a loosen nail, tearing the hem. With a quick jerk, Camellia pulled her skirt free from the nail and jumped down from the wagon. Her hair stuck out in all directions and almost standing straight up in the air. Clumps of dried mud were pasted in the roots and side of her hair. She had a black and blue swollen eye and a swollen bottom lip. Camellia pulled her torn sleeve up on her dress and adjusted her skirt. "It's none of your business, Ruby Baggins!" snapped Camellia and she turned with a jerk and scoffed off down the dirt path heading back to Hobbiton.
While all eyes followed the retreating Camellia Sackville-Baggins a roar of laughter followed her.
Bilbo went around the wagon to help Lobelia down. Not caring what she looked like and rushed passed the hobbits into her home.
She froze in her steps when she reached the sitting room and saw her father's coffin sitting on a table surrounded by visitors. Slowly she walked up to the coffin and gazed down upon her father's withered old face.
The visitors stepped away to allow Lobelia sometime to be alone with her father.
Bilbo stood in the doorway and watched Lobelia closely. Seeing her son a short distance away, Belladonna joined him and noticed who he was watching so closely. "Bilbo is everything all right? I have been so worried about you when I got your note from Logo's housekeeper."
Bilbo patted his mother's hand that rest upon his arm to reassure her. "I've come back too late! I have brought Lobelia back to see her father one last time. I am hoping now that at his funeral that she will make her peace with him!"
Belladonna glanced at Lobelia and then back at her son, "The poor lass, my heart goes out to her!"
Lobelia gazed down upon her father that was dressed in a long white robe with his gnarled old hands folded and rested upon his lifeless chest. She could see his aged old withered look from his ash-whiten face and his long, white-gray hair that was combed neatly back and rested upon a silken white pillow.
Lobelia had remembered the lavished cravings her father had created on the numerous coffins that he had made for noble hobbits that had died. But for Logo, there was not a single craving that embellished his coffin, only a plain simple wooden boards. No longer would his hands ever toil in making his rich cravings and furnishings that the hobbits had loved.
While Bilbo watched Lobelia's expressionless face, tears began to form in his eyes. His memories of Logo drifted in his thoughts and it hurt him dearly that he would never again be blessed with his presence. Bilbo's heart filled with pity for Lobelia in knowing how this must be hurting her to see her father without being able to say her good-byes to him.
Bilbo excused himself from his mother's side and slowly approached Lobelia. Putting his arm around her to comfort her in thinking that she was so grief stricken. Her eyes darted up towards Bilbo and cast his arm away from her. Squaring her chin, she sneered at him. "Leave me alone you fool! This means nothing to me! The only thing I want is my family's inheritance!"
She pushed passed Bilbo and marched outside to be alone. Bilbo stood frozen in place unable to move or think. Bilbo looked upon Logo for the last time and made one more oath to him, speaking to himself, Bilbo said, 'She will never change, Logo. She is cruel and heartless. I promise you a new oath, Lobelia will never get her hands upon all that you have worked for all of your life. She does not deserve it! Nor do I, my friend! Lobelia's inheritance will stay in Bag End and it will never be opened! I swear Logo, I will honor your last wishes!'
All through the funeral and luncheon Lobelia did not speak to anyone. She remained by herself in a far corner of the room. Even when they marched Logo to his gravesite, she remained emotionless and grim. The hobbits sang their funeral songs with great weeping and sorrow, but still this did not move Lobelia to any emotion. Her demeanor flabbergasted Bilbo while he cried openly for Logo.
It was not until the Thain began to read Logo's last Will, did she begin to speak and squawk.
Holding the parchment in his hands Isengrim read Logo's last words eloquently. "I, Logo Bracegirdle, being of sound mind, do here and declare that all my holdings and financing will go to Bilbo Baggins of Bag End. I give him Lobelia's dowry, family spoons and the full inheritance of all property for Biblo Baggins to have and hold as the promise that we had made in agreement with each other until the day that he sees fit to return them to my daughter. To my daughter, Lobelia, I give you nothing that I own and claim fault of her self-seeking nature and temperament. It is with the greatest sorrow in my heart that I have not been the father that she had needed. I hope that you can find it in your heart Lobelia to see the errors of your ways and come to amend them for yourself. Until that day, Bilbo Baggins will be my heir to our family estate and holdings!"
"This is ridiculous!" shouted Lobelia. "My father was crazy to ever consider such a notion! He was not in his right mind! I am his heir not Bilbo Baggins!"
Belladonna sat next to Bilbo was utterly shocked by Lobelia's harsh words. Her eyes narrowed at Lobelia being so disrespectful to her father and his last wishes.
Isengrim turned and looked at Lobelia, "I am sorry, my dear, but what your father has written will be honored! His estate will go to Bilbo Baggins of Bag End!"
"You! You thief! You're the one who turned my father against me! You crazy half-minded fool!" shouted Lobelia. "You are not going to get away with this, Bilbo! Do you hear me! You'll never have my family estate!"
Belladonna gasped out loud, but Bilbo turned to her and quieted her. "She just upset is all! Do not heed what she is speaking!" said Bilbo in a calm voice.
Isengrim picked up Logo's hammer that was on the table and pounded it loudly to get everyone's attention. "Hear! Hear! I will not have this caterwauling any longer! You have all heard the reading of Logo Bracegirdle's last words! And his words will be honored! Escort her out of here at once!"
Lobelia's face was bright red with anger as she glared at Bilbo. "I hate you, Bilbo Baggins. I'll hate you forever!"
The Thain's guards took each arm of Lobelia and escorted her from the room and shut the door.
Bilbo gently stroked his mother's hands and gazed down at her while he stood up from his chair. She could see the hurt in her son's face and it angered her at Lobelia harsh words. Bilbo excused himself from his mother and approached the Thain.
"Congratulations Bilbo, you are now a very rich hobbit!" Isengrim motioned to his guards to bring Bilbo a large bag and placed it upon the table. Bilbo could see that the weight of the bag took two hobbits to lift it.
Isengrim turned is attention to the bag. "Logo has directed me to give you this bag. He himself has shown me what is inside. I must say, Bilbo, even I have never seen such a treasure. By the looks of Logo, one would have never guest that he was worth so much!"
"Thank you, Isengrim! I have made Logo a promise that I don't intend to break. It is with a heavy heart that I accept this from him," stated Bilbo.
Isengrim watched Bilbo a moment, but noticed that he was not in the least bit curious of what was in the bag. "Well aren't you going to open it and see what is inside?"
Bilbo shook his head, "No, Isengrim! This bag belongs to Logo and is not mine to have, as I see it! I only honor Logo and keep this for him until the promise I have made to him is full-filled!"
Isengrim nodded before he spoke, "If it is your wish, Bilbo! I'll have my guards put this in your wagon! Let us have a drink and toast Logo one last time!"
Before Bilbo had a chance to take his first sip, the guards returned and stood in front of him. "I regretfully inform you, sir. Your wagon has been taken by Mrs. Sackville- Baggins!"
Bilbo scowled, "Confound you, Lobelia!"
The Thain graciously offer his assistance with a ride back to Bag End. Bilbo's eyes wondered over to the thick heavy bag and the box of Bracegirdle's family spoons that rested next to it.
Belladonna also kept her eyes upon the bag and wondered what sort of treasure was inside.
The guards carried the bag into Bag End and placed it on a table in his sitting room. Bilbo and his mother thanked the Thain and he carried the box of spoons into their hobbit hole and shut the door.
Belladonna walked over to the bag and tried to open it.
Hastening his steps, Bilbo races to his mother's side. "No, Mama! This is not ours! Logo has made me promise to keep this for Lobelia in the hopes that she will turn over a new leaf and give up her selfish ways!"
Belladonna looked at her son in a knowing manner. "She will never change, Bilbo! So you might as well claim this as your own!"
"I have a better plan. This is going into our new vault and there it is going to stay!" said Bilbo as he scuttled off to get his small wagon his mother saved for him when he was just a lad.
"What new vault, Bilbo?" asked Belladonna.
"The vault that father had never finished!" stated Bilbo over his shoulder and disappeared into a near tunnel.
Belladonna could not figure out what Bilbo had meant by that. Looking at the bag again she was tempted to take a look while she waited for Bilbo to return.