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The talk did not die down in nine or even ninety-nine days.
The second disappearance of Mr. Bilbo Baggins was dis-
cussed in Hobbiton, and indeed all over the Shire, for a year
and a day, and was remembered much longer than that. It
became a fireside-story for young hobbits; and eventually
Mad Baggins, who used to vanish with a bang and a flash
and reappear with bags of jewels and gold, became a favourite
character of legend and lived on long after all the true events
were forgotten.
But in the meantime, the general opinion in the neighbour-
hood was that Bilbo, who had always been rather cracked,
had at last gone quite mad, and had run off into the Blue.
There he had undoubtedly fallen into a pool or a river and
come to a tragic, but hardly an untimely, end. The blame
was mostly laid on Gandalf.
‘If only that dratted wizard will leave young Frodo alone,
perhaps he’ll settle down and grow some hobbit-sense,’ they
said. And to all appearance the wizard did leave Frodo alone,
and he did settle down, but the growth of hobbit-sense was
not very noticeable. Indeed, he at once began to carry on
Bilbo’s reputation for oddity. He refused to go into mourning;
and the next year he gave a party in honour of Bilbo’s
hundred-and-twelfth birthday, which he called a Hundred-
weight Feast. But that was short of the mark, for twenty
guests were invited and there were several meals at which it
snowed food and rained drink, as hobbits say.
Some people were rather shocked; but Frodo kept up the
custom of giving Bilbo’s Birthday Party year after year until
they got used to it. He said that he did not think Bilbo was
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dead. When they asked: ‘Where is he then?’ he shrugged his
shoulders.
He lived alone, as Bilbo had done; but he had a good
many friends, especially among the younger hobbits (mostly
descendants of the Old Took) who had as children been fond
of Bilbo and often in and out of Bag End. Folco Boffin and
Fredegar Bolger were two of these; but his closest friends
were Peregrin Took (usually called Pippin), and Merry
Brandybuck (his real name was Meriadoc, but that was
seldom remembered). Frodo went tramping over the Shire
with them; but more often he wandered by himself, and to
the amazement of sensible folk he was sometimes seen far
from home walking in the hills and woods under the starlight.
Merry and Pippin suspected that he visited the Elves at times,
as Bilbo had done.
As time went on, people began to notice that Frodo also
showed signs of good ‘preservation’: outwardly he retained
the appearance of a robust and energetic hobbit just out of
his tweens. ‘Some folk have all the luck,’ they said; but it was
not until Frodo approached the usually more sober age of
fifty that they began to think it queer.
Frodo himself, after the first shock, found that being his own
master and the Mr. Baggins of Bag End was rather pleasant.
For some years he was quite happy and did not worry much
about the future. But half unknown to himself the regret that
he had not gone with Bilbo was steadily growing. He found
himself wondering at times, especially in the autumn, about
the wild lands, and strange visions of mountains that he had
never seen came into his dreams. He began to say to himself:
‘Perhaps I shall cross the River myself one day.’ To which
the other half of his mind always replied: ‘Not yet.’
So it went on, until his forties were running out, and his
fiftieth birthday was drawing near: fifty was a number that
he felt was somehow significant (or ominous); it was at any
rate at that age that adventure had suddenly befallen Bilbo.
Frodo began to feel restless, and the old paths seemed too
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