A.n
Right, so... I've been studying for semester tests- because knowledge is power... I wish to be the most powerful being on earth. I WILL RULE THIS DOMAIN!
*mother hits me with newspaper for yelling so loudly*
Right, anyways. Here ya go.
Hobbits from all around had gathered for the special event. Silver had been twirled and tossed around so much, that she had to sit down. She couldn't help but laugh at Frodo dancing- then dragging Sam up to dance with Rosy Cotton.
Gandalf had begun to shoot off the small fireworks for the children. One of the glittering butterflies had come to float up to Silver. She smiled, setting her finger out. The butterfly landed, bursting into a display of sparks and dazzling patterns.
She stood, making her way to Gandalf. "I believe someone is sifting through your fireworks." She nodded to his cart. "Hmph." Gandalf mumbled, shuffling to the cart.
The nearest tent erupted in flames, blasting into the air. Everyone watched in amazement as it burst into color- and then into an all too familiar form to Silver. Hobbits ran left and right, diving for cover.
Silver grabbed her sword hilt hesitantly, readying herself. The dragon soared over the Shire and veered upward into the sky. It exploded, crackling with sparkling design. Everybody cheered and clapped and Silver sighed with silent relief.
Bilbo had blown out his candles and Frodo had demanded a speech from him. Bilbo was a reasonable Hobbit- though confusing at times.
"I don't know half of you as well as I should like, and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve." He began. "I fear to say, this is my last goodbye. Goodbye."
'Poof!'
Bilbo had disappeared. And with that, people had begun to panic.