Fellowship of the Ring
1-1-8. Goodbye To Bag Eng
So Gandalf rode north on Shadowfax, while in the Shire, Frodo, not knowing what had delayed his friend, decided he would wait no longer.
Well, Merry. Is everything ready?
Yes. Two cart-loads yesterday, full to overflowing, and now another one. I'm beginning to wonder if your new home will be big enough.
Well, I've sold everything I could bear parting with to Lobelia. But some things I just had to take to remind me of Bag End and Bilbo.
Well, I'd best be off. If I leave now, I can get to Crickhollow and warm the house before you arrive. That's if you're quite sure you want to walk rather than go by cart?
Then, I'll see you the day after tomorrow, if you don't go to sleep on the way.
I'll try not to!
[Merry's cart begins to roll away and his voice becomes slowly more faint
I'll tell you one thing, Frodo. You had better settle when you get back to Buckland, because I for one am not helping you to move back again.
What on earth makes you think Lobelia would ever sell Bag End back to me?
Oh, she might. At a profit. Farewell, Frodo! And good walking.
Poor Merry. What will you say when you learn the truth about all this?
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As the sun went down, Frodo, Pippin, and Sam sat in the kitchen at Bag End.
[Their dishes clank. They sigh contently]
Our last meal at Bag End.
Sam and I'll wash up if you want to have a last look round.
Thank you, Pippin, but I think we'll leave the washing up for Lobelia.
[Sam and Pippin laugh]
I've already taken a last look round. Everywhere looks so sad and gloomy and disheveled. So! We might as well start.
Our packs are already on the porch, Mr. Frodo.
It looks as though it's going to be a fine night.
Well, that's good for a beginning. I wish I knew what was delaying Gandalf! Anyway, I must start and he must follow.
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[The door of Bag End closes. Frodo locks it and sighs]
Well, good-bye, dear old Bag End! Well then, we're off at last.
Haven't you got a song for the occasion, Frodo?
Eh, w... ah, well, yes, there's one that might suit. Upon the Hearth?
Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone.
Tree and flower and leaf and grass,
Let them pass! O, let them pass!
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The hobbits had scarcely gone when a dark and sinister hooded Rider rode up Bagshot Row, and arrived at Gaffer Gamgee's home.
[The door opens. The Rider's breath is low and gravely]
Yes? Who's there? Who is it? What do you want at this time of night?
Baggins! I'm looking for Baggins! Where is Baggins?
What's Mr. Baggins' business to do with you?
A friend of his is looking for him.
Well, you don't look like any friend of Mr. Baggins' I've ever seen.
Answer my question! Where is Baggins? There's no one at his house. Why?
For a good reason. Mr. Baggins has gone away.
Where did Baggins go?
That ain't no secret. He's moved to Crickhollow or some-such place, away down yonder.
Is it far?
Yes, it is. A tidy way. I've never been so far meself. They're queer folk down there.
If you see him, you'll give him a message from me?
I'm not taking no orders from you nor no-one. Not even if you are a friend of Mr. Baggins, which I doubt. Now, good-night to you!
[He slams his door. The Rider sighs in anger]
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