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Fellowship of the Ring

1-1-8. Goodbye To Bag Eng

Narrator: So Gandalf rode north on Shadowfax, while in the Shire, Frodo, not knowing what had delayed his friend, decided he would wait no longer.

[Birds sing]

Frodo: Well, Merry. Is everything ready?

Merry: 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.

Frodo: 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.

Merry: 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?

Frodo: Quite sure.

Merry: Then, I'll see you the day after tomorrow, if you don't go to sleep on the way.

[Frodo laughs]

Frodo: I'll try not to!

[Merry's cart begins to roll away and his voice becomes slowly more faint

Merry: 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.

Frodo: What on earth makes you think Lobelia would ever sell Bag End back to me?

Merry: Oh, she might. At a profit. Farewell, Frodo! And good walking.

Frodo: Poor Merry. What will you say when you learn the truth about all this?

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Narrator: As the sun went down, Frodo, Pippin, and Sam sat in the kitchen at Bag End.

[Their dishes clank. They sigh contently]

Frodo: Our last meal at Bag End.

Pippin: Sam and I'll wash up if you want to have a last look round.

Frodo: Thank you, Pippin, but I think we'll leave the washing up for Lobelia.

[Sam and Pippin laugh]

Frodo: I've already taken a last look round. Everywhere looks so sad and gloomy and disheveled. So! We might as well start.

Sam: Our packs are already on the porch, Mr. Frodo.

Frodo: Well-done, Sam.

Pippin: It looks as though it's going to be a fine night.

Frodo: 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]

Frodo: Well, good-bye, dear old Bag End! Well then, we're off at last.

Pippin: Haven't you got a song for the occasion, Frodo?

Frodo: Eh, w... ah, well, yes, there's one that might suit. Upon the Hearth?

Pippin: Yes.

Frodo, Sam, and Pippin:

     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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Narrator: 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]

Gaffer: Yes? Who's there? Who is it? What do you want at this time of night?

Rider: Baggins! I'm looking for Baggins! Where is Baggins?

Gaffer: What's Mr. Baggins' business to do with you?

Rider: A friend of his is looking for him.

Gaffer: Well, you don't look like any friend of Mr. Baggins' I've ever seen.

Rider: Answer my question! Where is Baggins? There's no one at his house. Why?

Gaffer: For a good reason. Mr. Baggins has gone away.

Rider: Where did Baggins go?

Gaffer: That ain't no secret. He's moved to Crickhollow or some-such place, away down yonder.

Rider: Is it far?

Gaffer: Yes, it is. A tidy way. I've never been so far meself. They're queer folk down there.

Rider: If you see him, you'll give him a message from me?

Gaffer: 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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