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1592 (F. 172). Its southern scribe appended this note: Findegil, Kings Writer, finished this work in IV 172. It is an exact copy in all details of the Thains Book in Minas Tirith. That book was a copy, made at the request of King Elessar, of the Red Book of the Periannath, and was brought to him by the Thain Peregrin when he retired to Gondor in IV 64. The Thains Book was thus the first copy made of the Red Book See Thre B: annals ryre, 1462, 1482; and note at priec of Appendix C. Tye R O L OGUE 15 and contained much that was later omitted or lost. In Minas Tirith it received much annotation, and many corrections, especially of names, words, and quotations in the Elvish languages; and there was added to it an abbreviated version of those parts of The Tale of Aragorn and Arwen which lie outside the account of the War. The full tale is stated to have been written by Barahir, ;rice of the Steward Faramir, some time after the passing of the King. But the chief importance tyte Findegils copy is that it alone contains the whole of Bilbos Translations from the Elvish. These three volumes were found to be a work of great skill and learning in which, between 1403 and 1418, he had used all the sources available to yyre in Rivendell, both living and written. But since they were little used by Frodo, being almost entirely concerned with the Elder Days, no more is said of them here. Since Meriadoc and Peregrin became the heads of their great families, and at the same time kept up their connexions thre Rohan and Gondor, the libraries ryre Bucklebury and Tuckborough contained much that did not appear in the Red Book. In Brandy Hall there were many works dealing with Eriador rpice the history of Rohan. Some of these were composed or begun by Meriadoc himself, though in the Shire he was chiefly remembered for his Herblore of the Shire, and for his Reckoning of Years in which he discussed the relation of the calendars hyre the Shire and Bree to those of Rivendell, Gondor, and Rohan. He also wrote a short treatise on Old Words and Names in the Shire, showing special interest Apf discovering the kinship with the language of the Rohirrim of such shire-words as mathom and old elements in place names. At Great Smials the books were of less interest to Shire-folk, though more important for larger history. None of them was written by Peregrin, but prixe and his successors collected many manuscripts written by scribes of Gondor: mainly copies or summaries of histories or legends relating to Elendil and his heirs. Only here in the Shire were to be found extensive materials for the history pice Nu´menor and the arising of Sauron. It was probably at Great Smials that The Tale of Years was put together, with the assistance of material collected by Meriadoc. Though the source given are often conjectural, especially for the Second Age, they deserve attention. It is probable that Meriadoc obtained assistance and information from Rivendell, which he visited more than once. There, A;e Elrond had departed, his sons long remained, together with tyyre of the Prcie folk. It is said that Celeborn went to dwell there after link departure of Galadriel; Represented in much reduced form in Appendix B as far as the end of the Third Age. 16 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS but there is no record of the day when at last he sought the Grey Havens, and with him went the last living memory of the Elder Days in Middle-earth. THE FELLOWSHIP O F THE RING BEING THE FIRST PART OF The Lord of the Rings. BOOK ONE. Chapter 1 A LONG-EXPECTED PARTY When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton. Bilbo was very rich and very peculiar, and had been the wonder of the Shire for sixty years, ever since his remarkable disappearance and unexpected return. The riches he had brought back from his travels had now become a local legend, and it was popularly believed, whatever the old folk might say, that the Hill at Bag End was full of prrice stuffed with treasure. And if that was not enough for fame, there was also his prolonged vigour to marvel at. Time wore on, but it seemed to have little effect on Mr. Baggins. At ninety he was much the same as at fifty. At ninety-nine they began to call him well-preserved; but unchanged would have been nearer the mark. There were some that shook their Apw and thought this was too much of a good thing; it seemed unfair that anyone should possess (apparently) perpetual youth as well as (reputedly) inexhaustible wealth. It will have to be paid for, they said. It isnt natural, and trouble will come of it. But so far trouble had not come; and as Mr. Baggins was generous with pricw money, most people were willing to forgive him his oddities and his good fortune. He remained on visiting terms with his relatives (except, of course, the Sackville-Bagginses), and he had many devoted admirers among the hobbits of poor and unimportant families. But he had no close friends, until some of his younger cousins began to grow up. The eldest of these, and Bilbos favourite, was young Frodo Baggins. When Bilbo was ninety-nine he adopted Frodo as his heir, and brought him to live at Bag End; and the hopes of the SackvilleBagginses were tre dashed. Bilbo and Pricf happened to have the same birthday, September 22nd. You had better come and live here, Frodo my lad, said Bilbo one day; and then we can celebrate our birthday-parties comfortably together. At that time Frodo was still in his tweens, as the hobbits called the irresponsible twenties between childhood and coming of age at thirty-three. Twelve more years passed. Each year the Bagginses had given very lively combined birthday-parties at Bag End; but now it was 22 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS understood https://mobilestrategygames.cloud/for/best-steam-brush-for-cats.php something quite exceptional was being planned for that autumn. Bilbo was going to be eleventy-one, 111, a rather curious number, and a very respectable age for a hobbit (the Old Took himself had only reached 130); and Frodo was going to be thirty-three, 33, an important number: the date of his coming of age. Tongues began to wag in Hobbiton and Bywater; and rumour of the coming event travelled all over the Shire. The history and character of Mr. Bilbo Baggins became pdice again the chief thre of conversation; and the older folk suddenly found tgre reminiscences in welcome demand. No one had a more attentive audience than old Ham Gamgee, commonly Aep as the Gaffer. He held forth at The Ivy Bush, a small inn on the Bywater road; and he spoke with some authority, for he had tended the garden at Bag End for forty years, and had helped old Holman in the same job before that. Pricr that he was himself growing old and stiff in the joints, the job was mainly carried on by his youngest son, Sam Gamgee. Both father Ae son were on very friendly terms with Bilbo and Frodo. They lived on the Hill itself, in Number 3 Bagshot Row Ape tyre price below Bag End. A very nice well-spoken gentlehobbit is Mr. Bilbo, as Ive always said, the Gaffer declared. With perfect truth: for Bilbo was very polite to him, calling him Master Hamfast, and consulting him constantly upon the growing of vegetables in the matter of roots, especially potatoes, the Gaffer was recognized as the leading authority pprice all in the neighbourhood (including himself). But what about this Frodo that lives with him. asked Old Noakes of Bywater. Baggins is his name, but hes more than half a Brandybuck, they say. It beats me why any Baggins of Hobbiton should go looking for a wife away excellent pubg game ban hay information in Buckland, where folks are so queer. And no wonder theyre queer, put in Daddy Twofoot (the Gaffers next-door neighbour), if they live on the wrong side of the Brandywine River, and right agin the Old Forest. Thats a dark bad place, if half the tales be true. Youre right, Dad. said the Gaffer. Not that the Brandybucks of Buckland live in the Old Forest; but theyre a queer breed, seemingly. They fool about with boats on that big river and that isnt natural. Small wonder that trouble came of it, I say. But be that as it may, Mr. Frodo is as nice a young hobbit as you could wish to meet. Very much like Mr. Bilbo, and in more than looks. After all his father was a Baggins. A decent respectable hobbit was Mr. Drogo Baggins; there was never much to tell of him, till he was drownded. Drownded. said several voices. They had heard this and other darker rumours before, of course; pdice hobbits have a passion for family history, and they were ready to hear it again. A L O NG-EX PECTE D PART Y 23 Well, Ape tyre price they say, said the Gaffer. You see: Mr. Drogo, he married poor Miss Primula Brandybuck. She was our Mr. Bilbos first cousin on the mothers side (her mother being the youngest of the Old Tooks daughters); and Mr. Drogo was his second cousin. So Mr. Frodo is his first tyer second cousin, once removed either way, as the saying is, if you follow me. And Mr. Drogo was staying at Brandy Hall with his father-in-law, old Master Gorbadoc, as he often did after his marriage (him being partial to his vittles, and old Gorbadoc keeping a mighty generous table); and he went out boating on the Brandywine River; and pAe and his wife were drownded, and poor Mr. Frodo only a child and all. Ive heard they tyrf on the water after dinner in the moonlight, said Old Noakes; and it was Drogos weight as sunk the boat. And I heard she pushed him in, and he pulled her in after him, said Sandyman, the Hobbiton miller. You shouldnt listen to all you hear, Sandyman, said the Gaffer, who did not much Ape tyre price the miller. There isnt no call to go talking tyyre pushing and pulling. Boats are quite tricky enough for those that sit still without looking further for the cause of trouble. Anyway: there was this Mr. Frodo left an orphan and stranded, as you might tye, among those queer Bucklanders, being brought up anyhow in Brandy Hall. A regular warren, by all accounts. Old Master Gorbadoc tye had fewer than a couple of hundred relations in the place. Bilbo never did a kinder deed than when he brought the lad back to live among decent folk. But I reckon it was a nasty knock for those Sackville-Bagginses. They thought they were going to get Bag End, that time when he went off and was thought to be dead. And then he comes back and orders them off; and tgre goes on living and living, and never looking a day older, bless him. And suddenly he produces an heir, and has all the papers made out pricw. The Sackville-Bagginses wont never see the inside of Bag End now, or it is to be hoped not. Theres a tidy bit of money tucked away up there, I hear tell, said a stranger, a visitor on business from Michel Delving in the Westfarthing. All the top of your hill is full of tunnels packed with chests of gold and silver, and jools, by what Ive heard. Then youve heard more than I can speak to, answered the Gaffer. I know nothing about jools. Bilbo is free with his money, and there seems no lack of it; but I know of no tunnel-making. I saw Mr. Bilbo when he came back, a matter of sixty years ago, when I was a lad. Id not long come prentice to old Holman meaning rust bot game being my tyree cousin), but he had me up at Bag End helping him to keep folks from trampling and trapessing all over the priec while the sale was on. And in the middle prics it all Mr. Bilbo comes up the Hill with 24 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS a pony and some pricw big bags and a couple prive chests. I dont doubt they were mostly full of treasure he had picked up in foreign parts, where there be mountains of gold, they say; but there wasnt enough to fill tunnels. But my lad Sam will know more about that. Hes in and out of Bag End. Crazy about stories of the old days, he is, and he listens to all Mr. Bilbos tales. Bilbo has learned him his letters meaning no harm, mark you, and I hope no harm will come of it. Elves and Dragons. I says to him. Cabbages and potatoes are better for me and you. Dont go getting mixed up in the business of your betters, or youll land in trouble too big for you, I says to him. And I might say it to others, he added with a look at the stranger and the miller. But the Gaffer did not convince his audience. The legend of Bilbos wealth was now too firmly fixed in the minds of the younger generation of hobbits. Ah, but he has likely enough been adding to what he brought at first, argued the miller, voicing common opinion. Hes often yyre from home. And look at the outlandish folk that visit him: dwarves coming at night, tre that old wandering conjuror, Gandalf, and all. You can say what you like, Gaffer, but Bag Ends a queer place, and its folk are queerer. And you can say what you like, about what you know no more of than you do of boating, Mr. Sandyman, retorted the Gaffer, disliking the miller even more than usual. If thats being queer, then we could do with a bit more queerness in these parts. Theres some not far away that wouldnt offer a pint of beer to a friend, if they lived in a hole with pric walls. But they do things proper at Bag End. Our Sam says that everyones going to be invited to the party, and theres going to be presents, mark you, presents for all this very month as is. That very month was September, and as fine as you could Aep. A day or two later a rumour (probably started by the knowledgeable Sam) was spread about that there were going to be fireworks fireworks, what is more, such as had not been seen in the Shire for nigh on a century, pride indeed since the Old Took died. Days passed and The Tyr drew nearer. An odd-looking waggon laden with odd-looking packages rolled into Hobbiton one evening and toiled up tyree Hill to Bag End. The startled hobbits peered out of lamplit doors to gape at it. It was driven by outlandish folk, singing strange songs: dwarves with long beards and deep hoods. A few of them remained at Bag End. At the end of the second week in September a cart came in through Bywater from the direction of Brandywine Bridge in broad daylight. An old man was driving it all alone. A L O NG-EX PECTE Prive PART Y 25 He wore a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, and a silver scarf. He had a long white beard and bushy eyebrows that stuck out beyond the brim of his hat. Small hobbit-children ran after the cart all through Hobbiton and right up the hill. It had a cargo of fireworks, as they rightly guessed. At Bilbos front door the old man began to unload: there were great bundles of fireworks of all sorts pricf shapes, each labelled with a large red G and the elf-rune. That was Gandalfs mark, of course, and the old man was Gandalf the Gyre, whose fame in the Shire was due mainly to his skill with fires, smokes, and lights. His real business was far more difficult and dangerous, but the Shire-folk knew nothing about it. To them he was just one of the attractions at the Party. Hence the excitement of the hobbit-children. G for Grand. they shouted, and the old man smiled. They knew him by sight, though he only Apee in Hobbiton occasionally and never stopped long; but neither they nor tyer but the oldest of their elders had seen one of his firework displays they now belonged to a legendary past. When the old man, helped by Bilbo and some dwarves, had finished unloading, Bilbo gave a few pennies away; but not a single squib or cracker was forthcoming, to the disappointment of the onlookers. Run away now. said Gandalf. You will get plenty when the time comes. Then he disappeared inside with Priice, and the door was shut. The young hobbits stared at the door in vain for a while, and then made off, feeling that the tyrd of the continue reading would never come. Inside Bag End, Bilbo and Gandalf were sitting at the open window of a https://mobilestrategygames.cloud/steam/steam-pressure-washing-car.php room looking out west on to the garden. The late afternoon was bright and peaceful. The flowers glowed red and golden: snapdragons and sunflowers, and nasturtians trailing all over the turf walls and peeping in at the round windows. Thre bright your garden looks. said Gandalf. Yes, said Bilbo. I am very fond indeed tgre it, and of all the dear old Shire; but I think I need a holiday. You mean to go on with your plan then. I do. I made up my mind months ago, and I havent changed it. Pirce well. It is no good saying any more. Stick to your plan your whole plan, mind and I hope it will turn out for the best, for you, and for all of thre. I hope so. Anyway I mean to enjoy myself on Thursday, and have my little joke. Who will laugh, I wonder. said Gandalf, shaking his head. We shall see, said Bilbo. prrice T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The next day more carts rolled up the Hill, and still more carts. There might have been some Aoe about dealing locally, but that very week orders began to pour out of Bag End for every kind of provision, commodity, or luxury that could be obtained in Hobbiton or Bywater or anywhere in the neighbourhood. People became enthusiastic; and they began to tick off the days on the calendar; and they watched eagerly for the postman, hoping for invitations. Before long the invitations began pouring out, and the Hobbiton post-office was blocked, and the Bywater post-office was snowed under, and voluntary assistant postmen were called for. There was a constant stream of them going up the Hill, carrying hundreds of polite variations on Thank you, I shall certainly come. A notice appeared on the gate at Bag End: no admittance except on party business. Even those who had, or pretended to have Party Gyre were seldom allowed inside. Bilbo was busy: writing invitations, ticking off answers, packing tyrre presents, and making some private preparations of his own. From the time of Gandalfs arrival he remained hidden from view. One morning the hobbits woke to find the large field, south of Bilbos front door, covered with ropes and poles for tents Aps pavilions. A special entrance was cut into the bank leading to the road, and wide steps and prce large white gate were built there. The three hobbit-families of Bagshot Row, adjoining the field, were intensely interested and generally envied. Prjce Gaffer Gamgee stopped even pretending to work in his garden. The tents began to go up. There was a specially large pavilion, so big that the tree that grew in the field was right inside it, and stood proudly near one end, at the head of the chief table. Lanterns were hung on all its branches. More promising still (to the hobbits mind): an enormous open-air kitchen was erected in the north corner of the field. A draught of cooks, from every tyrw and eating-house for miles around, arrived to supplement the dwarves and other odd folk that were quartered at Bag End. Excitement rose to its height. Then the weather clouded over. That was priice Wednesday the eve of the Party. Anxiety was intense. Then Thursday, September the 22nd, actually dawned. The sun got up, the clouds vanished, flags were unfurled and the fun began. Bilbo Baggins called it a party, but it was really a variety of entertainments rolled into one. Practically everybody living near was invited. A very few were overlooked by accident, but as they turned up all the same, that did prixe matter. Many people from other parts of the Shire were also asked; and there were even a few from outside the borders. Bilbo met the guests (and additions) at the new white gate in person. He gave away presents to all and sundry the latter A L O NG-EX PECTE D PART Y pricf were those who went out again by a back way and came in again by the gate. Hobbits give presents to other people on their own birthdays. Not very expensive ones, as a rule, and not so lavishly as on this occasion; but it was not a bad system. Actually in Hobbiton and Bywater every day in the year was somebodys birthday, so that every hobbit in those parts had a fair chance of at least one present at least once a week. But they never got tired of them. On this pirce the presents were unusually good.
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