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what teh duck ID: 5182e5 Oct. 29, 2021, 9:47 a.m. No.14879491   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun

silence, and one or two of the Tooks pricked up their ears.

Indeed, for Three Purposes! First of all, to tell you that I am

immensely fond of you all, and that eleventy-one years is too

short a time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits.

 

Tremendous outburst of approval.

I donโ€™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. This was

unexpected and rather difficult. There was some scattered

clapping, but most of them were trying to work it out and

 

see if it came to a compliment.

Secondly, to celebrate my birthday. Cheers again. I should

say: OUR birthday. For it is, of course, also the birthday of my

 

heir and nephew, Frodo. He comes of age and into his inheritance

 

today. Some perfunctory clapping by the elders; and some

loud shouts of โ€˜Frodo! Frodo! Jolly old Frodo,โ€™ from the

juniors. The Sackville-Bagginses scowled, and wondered

 

what was meant by โ€˜coming into his inheritanceโ€™.

Together we score one hundred and forty-four. Your numbers

were chosen to fit this remarkable total: One Gross, if I may use

 

the expression. No cheers. This was ridiculous. Many of the

guests, and especially the Sackville-Bagginses, were insulted,

 

feeling sure they had only been asked to fill up the required

 

number, like goods in a package. โ€˜One Gross, indeed! Vulgar

 

expression.โ€™

It is also, if I may be allowed to refer to ancient history, the

anniversary of my arrival by barrel at Esgaroth on the Long

 

Lake; though the fact that it was my birthday slipped my memory

 

on that occasion. I was only fifty-one then, and birthdays did not

 

seem so important. The banquet was very splendid, however,

 

though I had a bad cold at the time, I remember, and could only

 

say โ€˜thag you very buchโ€™. I now repeat it more correctly: Thank

 

you very much for coming to my little party. Obstinate silence.

They all feared that a song or some poetry was now immi-

 

nent; and they were getting bored. Why couldnโ€™t he stop

 

talking and let them drink his health? But Bilbo did not sing

 

or recite. He paused for a moment.

Thirdly and finally, he said, I wish to make an

what teh duck ID: 5182e5 Oct. 29, 2021, 9:48 a.m. No.14879493   ๐Ÿ—„๏ธ.is ๐Ÿ”—kun   >>9509 >>9522 >>9532

ANNOUNCEMENT. He spoke this last word so loudly and

suddenly that everyone sat up who still could. I regret to

announce that โ€“ though, as I said, eleventy-one years is far too

short a time to spend among you โ€“ this is the END. I am going.

 

I am leaving NOW. GOOD-BYE!

He stepped down and vanished. There was a blinding flash

of light, and the guests all blinked. When they opened their

eyes Bilbo was nowhere to be seen. One hundred and forty-

 

four flabbergasted hobbits sat back speechless. Old Odo

 

Proudfoot removed his feet from the table and stamped.

 

Then there was a dead silence, until suddenly, after several

 

deep breaths, every Baggins, Boffin, Took, Brandybuck,

Grubb, Chubb, Burrows, Bolger, Bracegirdle, Brockhouse,

 

Goodbody, Hornblower, and Proudfoot began to talk at once.

It was generally agreed that the joke was in very bad taste,

and more food and drink were needed to cure the guests of

 

shock and annoyance. โ€˜Heโ€™s mad. I always said so,โ€™ was

 

probably the most popular comment. Even the Tooks (with

 

a few exceptions) thought Bilboโ€™s behaviour was absurd. For

 

the moment most of them took it for granted that his

 

disappearance was nothing more than a ridiculous prank.

But old Rory Brandybuck was not so sure. Neither age nor

an enormous dinner had clouded his wits, and he said to his

 

daughter-in-law, Esmeralda: โ€˜Thereโ€™s something fishy in this,

 

my dear! I believe that mad Baggins is off again. Silly old

 

fool. But why worry? He hasnโ€™t taken the vittles with him.โ€™

 

He called loudly to Frodo to send the wine round again.

Frodo was the only one present who had said nothing. For

some time he had sat silent beside Bilboโ€™s empty chair, and

 

ignored all remarks and questions. He had enjoyed the joke,

 

of course, even though he had been in the know. He had

 

difficulty in keeping from laughter at the indignant surprise

 

of the guests. But at the same time he felt deeply troubled:

 

he realized suddenly that he loved the old hobbit dearly. Most

 

of the guests went on eating and drinking and discussing

 

Bilbo Bagginsโ€™ oddities, past and present; but the Sackville-