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calling Cassidy British accented audiobook demo. At that moment, the door opened and candles came quickly in. Hello, said Bilbo. I wondered if you would turn up. I'm glad to find your visible, replied the wizard, sitting down in a chair. I wanted to catch you and have a few final words. I suppose you feel that everything has gone off splendidly and according to plan. Yes, I do, said Bilbo. That flash was a bit surprising. That quite startled me, let alone others. A little addition of your own. I suppose it Waas You have wisely kept that ring secret all these years. It seems to me, necessary to give your guest something else that would seem to explain your sudden banishment and would spoil my joke. You are an interfering old busy body, laughed Bilbo Butts. I expect, you know best as usual. I do when I know anything. But I don't feel too secure 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, given the whole Shire something to talk about for nine days or 99 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. It's noted why I feel 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 in 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 the mountains again, Gandalf Mountains, and then find somewhere 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. Oh, the night in years to come. Photo has read some already as far as it has gone You keep an eye on photo, won't you? Yes, I will. Two eyes as often as I can spare them. He would come with me. Of course if I asked him. In fact, he offered to once just before the party. But he does not really want to yet. I want to see the wild country again before I die. And the mountains. But he is still in love with Shire With woods and fields and little rivers. You're to be comfortable here. I am leaving everything to him. Of course, except a few arguments. I hope he will be happy when he gets used to being on his own. It's time. He was his own master Now Everything said Gandalf. The ring is well. You agreed to that? You remember Well Yes, I suppose so. Stammered Bill though Where is it? In an envelope, If you must know, said Bilbo impatiently there on the mantelpiece. Well, no, here it is in my pocket. He hesitated. Isn't that right now? He said softly to himself. It's after all, Why not? Why shouldn't it stay there? Gandalf looked again very hard. It Bilbo. And there was a gleam in his eyes. I think, Bill, though he said quietly, I should leave it behind. Don't you want to? Well, yes ons. No, now it comes to it. I don't like parting with it at all, I may say, and I don't really see why I should. Why do you want me to? He asked. Curious change came over his voice. It was sharp, with suspicion and annoyance. You were always badgering me about my ring. But you have never bothered me about the other things that I got on my journey. No, but I had to badger you said Gandalf. I wanted the truth. It was important. Magic rings are well, magical on. They are rare and curious. I was professionally interested in your ring, you may say and I still am. I should like to know where it is if you go wandering again also, I think you who have had it quite long enough you won't need it anymore, Bilbo, Unless I am quite mistaken. Bilbo flushed and there was an angry light in his eyes. His kindly face grew hard. Why not? He cried. And what business is it of yours? Any way to know what I do with my own things? It is my own. I found it. It came to me. Yes, yes, said Gandalf. But there is no need to get angry if I am. It is your fault, said Bilbo. It is mine. I tell you my own, my precious. Yes, my precious. The Wizards face remained grave and attentive and only a flicker in his deep eyes showed that he was startled and indeed alarmed. It has been called that before, he said, but not by you.