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Anonymous ID: 05ca28 Oct. 30, 2021, 1:36 p.m. No.14888042   🗄️.is 🔗kun

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Anonymous ID: 05ca28 Oct. 30, 2021, 1:39 p.m. No.14888064   🗄️.is 🔗kun

final words. I suppose you feel that everything has gone off

splendidly and according to plan?’

‘Yes, I do,’ said Bilbo. ‘Though that flash was surprising:

it quite startled me, let alone the others. A little addition of

your own, I suppose?’

‘It was. You have wisely kept that ring secret all these years,

and it seemed to me necessary to give your guests something

else that would seem to explain your sudden vanishment.’

‘And would spoil my joke. You are an interfering old busy-

body,’ laughed Bilbo, ‘but I expect you know best, as usual.’

‘I do – when I know anything. But I don’t feel too sure

about this whole affair. It has now come to the final point.

 

You have had your joke, and alarmed or offended most of

 

your relations, and given the whole Shire something to talk

about for nine days, or ninety-nine more likely. Are you going

 

any further?’

‘Yes, I am. I feel I need a holiday, a very long holiday, as

I have told you before. Probably a permanent holiday: I don’t

 

expect I shall return. In fact, I don’t mean to, and I have

 

made all arrangements.

‘I am old, Gandalf. I don’t look it, but I am beginning

to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well-preserved indeed!’ he

snorted. ‘Why, I feel all thin, sort of stretched, if you know

what I mean: like butter that has been scraped over too much

 

bread. That can’t be right. I need a change, or something.’

Gandalf looked curiously and closely at him. ‘No, it does

not seem right,’ he said thoughtfully. ‘No, after all I believe

 

your plan is probably the best.’

‘Well, I’ve made up my mind, anyway. I want to see moun-

tains again, Gandalf – mountains; and then find somewhere

where I can rest. In peace and quiet, without a lot of relatives

prying around, and a string of confounded visitors hanging

 

on the bell. I might find somewhere where I can finish my

 

book. I have thought of a nice ending for it: and he lived

happily ever after to the end of his days.’

Gandalf laughed. ‘I hope he will. But nobody will read the

book, however it ends.