Disclaimer: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time is owned by Shigeru Miyamoto and Nintendo, and The Lord of the Rings is owned by J. R. R. Tolkien, Peter Jackson, and New Time Cinema. Inspiration for this fic is from John the Visionary's Rurouni Kenshin and Lord of the Rings fanfic, which is getting especially good right now. All characters are owned by those properties, this isn't for profit, just for fun.

Chapter 3: Bilbo's Birthday Party and Farewell

The Shire, Hobbiton

It was night over the shire, and fireworks, supplied and displayed by Gandalf, brighten up the party. The hobbits danced in a circular fashion, it was a square dance. On the sidelines, a plump young hobbit, by the name of Samwise Gamgee, keeps looking at a very beautiful girl hobbit, Rosie, and at the same time looks away, blushing. Bilbo greets some many of his hobbit friends and shakes their hands, welcoming them to his party.

Frodo gets out of the square-dance and sits besides Sam, "go on, Sam, ask Rosie for a dance", he suggested.

Sam took a deep breath, trying suck up his courage, but he sighed, "…I think I'll just have another ale."

"Oh no, you don't", Frodo told him as he grabbed Sam and practically threw him on to Rosie. "Go on," Frodo laughed.

Both Rosie and Sam started dancing, making Frodo slap his leg in laughter of the sight.

Gandalf, the hobbit's wizard friend, ignited another one of his fireworks. He shot one up high into the air, and it exploded, sending thousands of colorful sparks down to the ground. But they didn't phase out; instead, they shot out in all directions when they neared the ground, illuminating the entire shire. The crowd cheered at such a sight.

Bilbo, who had seen Gandalf's fireworks hundreds of times, decided to tell a group of hobbit children the story of his first adventure.

"So, there I was, at the mercy of three, monstrous trolls…" Bilbo told the children, who gasped, "And they were all arguing amongst themselves about how they were going to cook us…whether it be turned on a spit…or whether they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly!"

One of the hobbit girls gasped at this statement, making Bilbo smirk, "well, and they spent so much time arguing about the whithertos and the whyfores that when the sun's first light crept up over the top of the trees… It turned them all to stone!

All the children gasped once more, making Bilbo smirk once more.

Gandalf, giving off another mischievous laugh, grabbed more of his fireworks from his wagon. As he did, two hobbit "teenagers", with intentions to make trouble, snuck up from under a tent to the wagon.

"Quickly," the hobbit teenager ordered his fellow troublemaker as he gave his friend a boost into the wagon.

Gandalf set off his fireworks that formed in the shape of butterflies in front of the hobbit children. The children cheered very playfully as they tried to catch the butterfly fireworks.

"Happy day!" Gandalf cheered and snickered.

The two hobbits continued to burgle the fireworks from the wagon.

"No, no! The big one, big one!" the hobbit teenager whispered to his friend. The other hobbit teen grabbed the largest firework he could find like his friend told him to. It was bright red and huge.

The leading hobbit teen looked around to see if anyone was watching. He took one bite of his apple and left with a mischievous smirk on his face.

The hobbit teenage troublemakers took the large firework inside one of the tents and stupidly light it. But one of them got nervous about it.

"Done!" the hobbit teen announced passing the firework to his friend.

"You're supposed to stick it in the ground!" the other hobbit retorted throwing it back.

"It is in the ground!" the other teen yelled as he threw it back.

"Outside!" the ringleader told his friend.

"That was your idea!" his friend retorted, not noticing the wick was very quickly getting shorter and shorter, until…it launched! Taking the tent with it!

The firework's ashes, surprising them dirtied both of the troublesome teenage hobbit's faces. They watched as their handiwork flew off into the sky, and when it was about a hundred feet into the sky, it exploded, vaporizing the tent. The hobbit's clapped and cheered at this new larger firework. Then the fireworks changed its shape into the form of a fiery dragon as it went higher into the sky. When the dragon-shaped firework changed direction and started diving for the crowd of hobbits, the crowd's expressions changed from amazement to fear and they started running away, knocking over tables, ale barrels, and tents.

"Bilbo… Bilbo, watch out for the dragon!" Frodo yelled as he ran to his uncle.

"Dragons? Nonsense! There hasn't been a dragon in these parts for a thousand years!" Bilbo replied unbelievingly, as Frodo grabbed him and pulled him to the ground just as the Dragon snapped out at the old hobbit.

The dragon firework then steadily climbed into the air again and changed shape again and dissolves into the night. Finally the firework bursts into colorful patterns of light, and the hobbits cheered once more at the sight, including Frodo and Bilbo.

The troublemaking teenage hobbits emerged from their hiding space with black soot all over their faces enjoyed their antics with the fireworks.

"That was good!" the shorter Hobbit teen cheered.

"Let's get another one!" the other troublemaker suggested.

Then, someone snuck up behind them and pinched their ears, making them cry in pain as he yanked them. The culprit was Gandalf, the owner of the fireworks.

"Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took. I might've known," Gandalf announced angrily, tugging at their ears.

Merry and Pippin's punishment was to wash the dishes while Gandalf smoked and observed the troublemaker teenagers. Then the people wanted a speech from Bilbo, the birthday man.

"Speech!" all the hobbits cheered as Bilbo walked to the front of the crowd and climbed onto a stump

"My dear Bagginses and Boffins!" Bilbo yelled as part of the crowd cheered.

"Tooks and Brandybucks!" The crowd cheered again.

"Grubbs!" again a separate part of the crowd cheered again.

"Chubbs!" and again.

"Hornblowers!" and again

"Bolgers! Bracegirdles! And Proudfoots!" and again all the Hobbit families cheered each time Bilbo announced their family name.

"Proudfeet!" Mr. Proudfoot corrected as the crowd laughed at the remark.

Bilbo sighed and continued his speech, "today is my 111th birthday!"

"Happy Birthday!" the crowd cheered.

"Alas, eleventy-one years is far too short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits!" Bilbo yelled as the crowd cheered again.

"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."

The crowd didn't know whether to cheer or shout angrily. Gandalf smoked his pipe, chuckling at Bilbo's announcement.

Bilbo sighed again, and then continued in a much less than enthusiastic voice, "I…" he started as his hand went into his pocket, and pulled out an object. What is concealed in his hand, the crowd doesn't know.

He let out another deep sigh and put his hands behind his back and continued muttering to himself, "…I… have things to do… "

The crowd put on expressionless faces, and Frodo looked intently at his uncle.

"…I've put this off for far too long," Bilbo mutters to himself even more as he closed his eyes, silently telling himself that this was the only way to end this…finally he spoke, "…I regret to announce, this is the end…!" he announced, finishing his sentence "…I'm going now, I bid you all a very fond farewell…"

An eerie silence fell over the crowd and he looked at his nephew, Frodo one last time, "…goodbye."

And then Bilbo disappeared. The entire party crowd gasped at what they saw. Gandalf was more than shocked to see Bilbo vanish before his eyes, because this was the first time he had seen Bilbo's ring in action.

Bilbo's frightened, still shaken after seeing Bilbo vanish, are unaware that Bilbo is still there with them. He silently chuckled to himself and then decided to run back to Bag End. He reached the door to the fence, opened it, parted his way through some grass on the sidewalk, and he opened his house's door and closed it.

He laughed mischievously as he reappeared, admiring the ring that made him invisible. Like a lucky coin, he flipped it up, caught it, and dropped it back in his vest pocket. He started grabbing his traveling equipment in the lobby and he started to grab a walking stick and go into his lobby.

"I suppose you think that was terribly clever!" the loud voice of Gandalf asked.

Bilbo looked around his lobby, trying to find where Gandalf's voice came from. He walked around, his head looking in the various rooms, and he feels someone behind him, and turns around to see Gandalf. The Wizard didn't look too happy.

"Oh, come on Gandalf, did you see their faces!" Bilbo laughed even more mischievously than before, trying to make the wizard lighten up.

"There are many magic rings in this world Bilbo Baggins, and none of them should be used lightly," Gandalf retorted angrily, knowing full well what it means to be a magic ring bearer.

"It was just a bit of fun," Bilbo argued, but he looked at Gandalf and put a defeated face on, "Oh, you're probably right, as usual. You will keep an eye on Frodo, won't you?"

"Two eyes," Gandalf assured, knowing how much Frodo meant to Bilbo.

"Thanks," Bilbo said, starting to walk to his bureau.

"As often as I can spare them," Gandalf finished telling.

Then Bilbo picked up a pipe and went over to his book and brought it to his bag on the table. "I'm leaving everything to him," he said.

"What about that ring of yours? Is that staying too?" Gandalf asked, getting worried about the Ring and how it was affecting Bilbo.

"Yes, yes," Bilbo replied pointing behind him with his thumb to show Gandalf towards the fireplace, "It's in an envelope over there on the mantelpiece."

Gandalf then walked over to the mantelpiece to check, and Bilbo's conscience warned him to tell the truth.

"No, wait it's…" Bilbo muttered, catching Gandalf's attention, as he went for the pocket where the ring is really kept, "…here in my pocket"

He held the ring in his hand and smiled sheepishly. Something then began to influence him.

"Heh, isn't that odd now?" Bilbo asked himself as he grinned, but then he put on a darker face, "…yet after all, why not… why shouldn't I keep it?"

"I think you should leave the ring behind, Bilbo. Is that so hard?" Gandalf interjected with concern.

"Well, no," Bilbo replied hurriedly and then he focuses on the ring, "…and yes."

"Now it comes to it, I don't feel like parting with it! Its mine, I found it, IT CAME TO ME!" Bilbo roared in anger, starting to think Gandalf was trying to steal his ring from him.

"There's no need to get angry," Gandalf told him calmly with concern.

"WELL, IF I'M ANGRY, ITS YOUR FAULT!" Bilbo's anger rose.

Gandalf became frightened with Bilbo's anger. He had never seen Bilbo ever get angry, at all.

"It's mine… my own… my precioussss," Bilbo growled maliciously.

"Precious? It's been called that before, but not by you," Gandalf questioned, starting to really get worried about his friend's behavior.

"What business is it of yours, what I do with my own things?" Bilbo retorted angrily, making a stand before the wizard.

"I think you've had that ring quite long enough!" Gandalf countered, realizing it was a priority to get the Ring away from Bilbo.

"Y-you, you want it for yourself!" Bilbo yelled, clearly trying to start a fight.

"BILBO BAGGINS!" Gandalf roared, rising to his full height.

Bilbo was thrown against the wall, Gandalf's anger was so intense, a small thunderstorm was had been summoned into Bag End. The old hobbit cowered in fright as he was pushed against the wall.

"DO NOT TAKE ME FOR SOME CONJURER OF CHEAP TRICKS!" Gandalf continued to roar"I'm not trying to warn you… "

Gandalf then calmed down, and the affects of his anger subsided "…I'm trying to help you."

"Gandalf…" Bilbo whimpered, still frightened by Gandalf's display of power, and went over to hug his old friend once more

"All your long years, we've been friends. Trust me as you once did. Let it go," Gandalf told him softly.

"You're right Gandalf," Bilbo surmised, realizing that Gandalf was right, "…the ring must go to Frodo."

Bilbo grabbed his bag, and walked towards his door.

"It's late, the road is long. Yes… it is time," Bilbo told himself, and he opened the door, and started to go out of it.

"Bilbo," Gandalf said, making his hobbit friend freeze, "the ring is still in your pocket."

Bilbo realized this also and laughed nervously. He took the ring from his pocket and it was in his hand. Bilbo was still wanted to keep the Ring, but he knew Gandalf was right. He slowly started turning his hand, and the ring began to slide off it. It dropped out of his hand, right in the doorway. Bilbo walked out the door, frustrated and took a deep breath. When he was halfway down the walkway, he regained his wits.

"I've thought up and ending for my book!" Bilbo announced to Gandalf and turned to face the wizard to tell him aloud, "'and he lived happily ever after… to the end of his days.'"

"And I'm sure you will, my dear friend," Gandalf agreed, walking to his friend.

Bilbo and Gandalf shook hands once more, and still as friends.

"Goodbye, Gandalf," Bilbo told Gandalf happily.

"Goodbye, dear Bilbo," Gandalf replied, and he watched Bilbo start walking down the walkway and down the road, and he started singing the song the Wizard sung when he entered the Shire.

"The road goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began..."

Gandalf mutters to himself, "…until our next meeting."

Disclaimer: The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time is owned by Shigeru Miyamoto and Nintendo, and The Lord of the Rings is owned by J. R. R. Tolkien, Peter Jackson, and New Time Cinema. Inspiration for this fic is from John the Visionary's Rurouni Kenshin and Lord of the Rings fanfic, which is getting especially good right now. All characters are owned by those properties, this isn't for profit, just for fun.