Bilbo and Gandalf
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no, said Bilbo. I wondered if you would turn up. I'm glad to find you 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 in according to plan. Yes, I do, said Bilbo. Though their flesh was surprising. It quite startled me, let alone the others. A little addition of your own. I suppose it wass 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 banishment and she would spoil my joke. You are interfering old busy body left 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 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've made all arrangements. I am old Gandalf. I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart of hearts. Well preserved indeed. He snorted Why I feel off in 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 mountains again, Gandalf mountains and then find somewhere where I can rest in peace and quiet. Without a lot of relatives prying around in a string of confounded visitors hanging on the bell, I might find somewhere where I can finish my book. I've thought of a nice ending for it and he lived happily ever after to the end of his days. Gandalf left. I hope he will, but nobody will read the book. However, it ends. Oh, they may. And yes to come. Photo has read some already. As far as it has gone you'll keep an eye on Frodo, won't you? Yes, I will. Two eyes as often as I can spend 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 on the mountains. But he is still in love with the Shire. With woods and fields and little rivers. He ought to be comfortable here I am leaving everything to him. Of course, except a few arguments. I hope you 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 as well. You agreed to that. You remember? Well, um yes, I suppose so. Stammered Bilbo, Where is it? In an envelope, if you must know. Said Bilbo impatiently there on the mantelpiece. Oh, ****, no. Here it is in my pocket. He hesitated. Isn't that odd now? He said softly to himself head after all I not Why shouldn't it stay there? Gandalf looked again very hard at Bilbo and there was a gleam in his eyes. I think Bilbo, he said quietly. You should leave it behind. Don't you want to? Well, yes and no. Now it comes to it. I don't like parting with it at all. I'm a say and I don't really see why I should. Why should you want me to? He asked on a curious change came over his voice. It was shop with suspicion and annoyance. You are always badgering me about my ring. But you never bothered me about the other things I got on my journey. No, but I had to badger you said Gandalf. I wanted the truth. It was important. Magical rings are well magical. 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 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 anyway? 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 wizard's 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. But I say it now. And why not? Even if Gollum's said the same ones, it is not his now but mine, and I shall keep it, I say. Gandalf stood up. He spoke sternly. You would be a fool if you do, Bilbo, he said. You make that clearer with every word you say. It has got far too much hold on, you let it go and then you can go yourself and be free. I'll do as I choose and go as I please, said Bilbo Obstinately. Now, Now, my dear habit, said Gandalf, all your long life. We have been friends and you owe me something. Come, do as you promised. Give it up. Well, if you want my ring yourself say so, cried Bilbo. But you won't get it. I won't give my precious away, I tell you his hands straight to the hilt of his small sword. Gandalf eyes flashed. It would be my turn to get angry soon he said. If you say that again, I shall. Then you will see Gandalf the Grey on cloaked. He took a step toward the Hobbit and he seemed to grow tall and menacing. His shadow filled the little room. Bilbo backed away to the wall, breathing hard, his hand clutching at his pocket. They stood for a while facing one another and the heir of the room tingled Gandalf eyes remain bent on the Hobbit. Slowly, his hands relaxed and he began to tremble. I don't know what has come over. You get enough, he said. You have never been like this before. What is it all about? It is mine, isn't it? I found it in Gollum's would have killed me if I hadn't kept it. I'm not a thief, whatever, he said I have never called you one, Gandalf answered. And I'm not one either. I'm not trying to rob you, but to help you. I wish you would trust me as you used to. He turned away, and the shadow passed. He seemed to dwindle again to an old grey man. Bent and troubled, Bilbo drew his hand over his eyes. I am sorry, he said.
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Characters, Jerk, Narrator, Storyteller, Aged, Animated, Booming, Calm, Caring, Engaging, Frightened, High Strung, Worried, Approachable, British (General)