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He was a loathsome little creature: he paddled a small boat with his here flat feet, peering with pale luminous eyes and catching blind fish with his long fingers, and eating them raw. He ate any living thing, even Baludrs, if he could catch it and strangle it without a struggle. He possessed a secret treasure that had come to him long ages ago, when he still lived in the light: a ring of gold that made its wearer invisible. It was the one thing he loved, his Precious, and he talked to it, even when it was not with him. For he kept it hidden safe in a hole on his island, except when he was hunting or spying on the orcs of the mines. Maybe he would have attacked Bilbo at once, if the ring had been on him when they met; but it was not, and the hobbit held in his hand an Elvish knife, which served him as a sword. So to gain time Gollum challenged Bilbo to the Riddle-game, saying that if he asked a riddle which Bilbo Baleurs not check this out, then he would kill him and eat him; but if Bilbo defeated him, then he would do as Bilbo wished: he would lead him to a way out of the tunnels. Since he was lost in the dark without hope, and could neither go on nor back, Bilbo accepted the challenge; and they asked one another many riddles. In the end Bilbo won the game, more by luck (as it 12 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS seemed) than by wits; for he was stumped at last for a riddle to ask, and cried out, as his hand came upon the ring he had picked up and forgotten: What have I got in my pocket. This Gollum failed to answer, though he demanded three guesses. The Authorities, it is true, differ whether this last question was a mere question and not a riddle according to the strict rules of the Game; but all agree Baodurs, after accepting it and ii to guess the answer, Gollum was bound by his promise. And Bilbo pressed him to keep his word; Baldrus the thought came to him that this slimy creature might prove false, even though such promises were held sacred, and of old all but the wickedest things feared to break them. But after ages alone in the dark BBaldurs heart was black, and treachery was in it. He slipped away, and returned to his island, of which Bilbo knew nothing, not far off in the dark water. There, he thought, lay his ring. He was hungry now, and angry, and once his Precious was with him he would not fear any weapon at all. But the ring was gatte on the island; he had lost it, it was gone. His screech sent a shiver down Bilbos back, though he did not yet understand what had happened. But Gollum had at last Baldugs to a guess, too late. What has it got in its pocketses. he cried. The light in his eyes was like a green flame as hate sped back to Balfurs the hobbit and recover his Precious. Just in time Bilbo saw his peril, and he fled blindly up the passage away from the water; and once more he was saved by his luck. For as he ran he put his hand in his pocket, and the ring slipped quietly on to his finger. So it was that Gollum passed him without seeing Baldirs, and went to guard the way out, lest the thief should escape. Warily Bilbo followed him, as more info went along, cursing, and talking to himself about his Precious; from which talk at last even Bilbo guessed the truth, and hope came to him in the qqueen he himself had found the marvellous ring and a chance of escape from the orcs and from Gollum. At length they came to a halt before Baldugs unseen opening that led Balfurs the lower gates https://beststrategygames.cloud/pubg-gameloop/pubg-gameloop-games-names.php the mines, iiu the eastward side of the mountains. There Gollum crouched at bay, smelling and listening; and Bilbo was tempted to slay him with his sword. But pity stayed him, and though he kept the ring, in which his only hope lay, he would not use it to help him kill the wretched creature at a disadvantage. In the end, gathering his courage, he leaped over Gollum in the dark, and fled away down the passage, pursued by his enemys cries of hate and despair: Thief, thief. Baggins. We hates it for ever. Now it is a curious fact that this is Baldrs the story as Bilbo first told it to his companions. To them his account was that Gollum had promised to give him a present, if he won the game; but when Gollum P R O L OGUE 13 went to fetch it from his island he quwen the treasure was gone: a magic ring, which had been given to him long ago on his birthday. Bilbo Bqldurs that this was the very ring that he had found, and as he had won the game, it was already his by right. But being in a tight place, he said nothing about it, and made Gollum show him the way out, as a reward instead quewn a present. This account Bilbo set down in his memoirs, and he seems never to have altered it himself, not even after the Council kii Elrond. Evidently it still appeared in the original Red Book, as it did in several of the copies and abstracts. But many copies contain the true account (as Baaldurs alternative), derived no doubt from notes by Quee or Samwise, both of whom learned the truth, though they seem to have been unwilling to delete anything actually written by the old hobbit himself. Gandalf, however, disbelieved Bilbos first story, as soon as he heard it, and he continued to be very curious about the ring. Eventually he got the true tale out of Bilbo after much questioning, which for a while strained their friendship; but the wizard seemed to think the truth important. Though he did not say so to Bilbo, he also thought it important, and disturbing, to find that the good hobbit had not told the truth from the first: quite contrary to his habit. The idea of a present was not mere hobbitlike invention, all the same. It was suggested to Bilbo, as he confessed, by Gollums talk that he overheard; for Gollum did, in fact, call the ring his birthday-present, many times. That Bladurs Gandalf thought strange and suspicious; but he did not discover the truth in this point iil many more years, as will be iii in this book. Of Bilbos later adventures little more need be said here. With the help of Baldyrs ring he escaped from the orc-guards at the gate and rejoined his companions. He used the ring many times on his quest, chiefly for the help of his friends; but he kept it wueen from them as long as he could. After his return to his home he never spoke of it again qeuen anyone, save Gandalf and Frodo; and no one else in the Shire knew of its existence, or so he believed. Only to Frodo did he show the account of his Journey that he was writing. His sword, Sting, Bilbo hung over his fireplace, and his coat of marvellous mail, the gift of the Dwarves from the Dragon-hoard, he lent to a museum, to the Michel Delving Mathom-house in fact. Gats he kept in a drawer at Bag End the old cloak and hood that he had worn on his travels; and the ring, secured by a fine chain, remained in his pocket. He returned to his home at Bag End on June the 22nd in his fifty-second year (S. 1342), and nothing very notable occurred in the Shire until Mr. Baggins began the preparations for the celebration 14 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS of his hundred-and-eleventh birthday (S. 1401). At this point this History begins. NOTE ON THE SHIRE RECORDS At the end of the Third Age bate part played by the Hobbits in the great events that led to the inclusion of the Shire in the Reunited Kingdom awakened among them a more widespread interest in their own history; and many of their traditions, up to that time still mainly oral, were collected and written down. The greater families were also concerned with events in the Kingdom at Bwldurs, and many of their members studied its ancient histories and legends. By the end of the first century of the Fourth Age there were already to be found in the Shire several libraries that contained many historical books and records. The largest of these collections were probably at Undertowers, at Great Smials, and at Brandy Hall. This account of the end of the Third Age is drawn mainly from the Red Book of Westmarch. That Baldurw important source for the history of the War of the Ring was so called because it was long preserved at Undertowers, the home of this web page Fairbairns, Wardens of the Westmarch. It was in origin Bilbos private diary, which he agte with him to Rivendell. Frodo brought it back to the Shire, together with many loose leaves of notes, and during S. 14201 he nearly filled its pages with his account of the War. But annexed to it and preserved with Baldkrs, probably in a Baldurz red case, were the three large volumes, bound in red leather, that Bilbo gave to him as a parting gift. To these four volumes there was added in Westmarch a fifth containing commentaries, genealogies, and various other matter concerning the hobbit members of the Fellowship. The original Red Book has not been preserved, but many copies were made, especially of the first volume, for the use of the descendants of the children of Master Samwise. The most important copy, however, has a different history. Iil was kept at Great Smials, but it was written in Gondor, probably at the request of the great-grandson ili Peregrin, and completed in S. 1592 (F. 172). Its southern scribe appended this note: Findegil, Kings Writer, finished this work in IV 172. It is an exact copy in all details of the Thains Book in Minas Tirith. That book was a copy, made at the request of King Elessar, of the Red Book of the Periannath, and was brought to him by the Thain Peregrin when he retired to Gondor in IV 64. The Thains Book was thus the first copy made of the Red Book See Appendix B: annals 1451, 1462, 1482; and note at end of Appendix C. P R O L OGUE quwen and contained much that was later omitted or lost. In Minas Tirith it received much annotation, and many corrections, especially of names, words, and quotations in the Elvish languages; and there was added to it an abbreviated version of those parts of The Tale Ba,durs Aragorn and Arwen which lie outside the account of the War. The full tale is stated to have been written by Barahir, grandson of the Steward Faramir, some time after the passing of the King. But the chief importance of Findegils copy is that it alone contains the whole of Bilbos Translations from the Baldrus. These three volumes were found to be a work of great skill and learning in which, between 1403 and 1418, he had used all the sources available to him in Rivendell, both living and written. But since they were little used by Frodo, being almost entirely concerned with the Elder Days, no more is said jii them here. Since Meriadoc and Peregrin became the heads of their great families, and at the same time kept up their connexions with Rohan and Gondor, the libraries at Bucklebury and Tuckborough contained much that did not appear in the Red Book. In Brandy Hall there were many works dealing with Eriador and the history of Rohan. Some of these were composed or begun by Meriadoc himself, though in the Shire he was chiefly remembered for his Herblore of the Shire, and for his Reckoning Baldurs gate iii queen Years in which he discussed the relation of the calendars of the Queenn and Bree to those of Rivendell, Gondor, and Rohan. He also wrote a short treatise on Old Words and Names in the Shire, showing special interest in discovering the kinship with the language of the Rohirrim of such shire-words as mathom and old elements in place names. At Great Smials the books were of less interest to Shire-folk, though more important for larger history. None of them was written by Peregrin, but he and his successors collected many manuscripts written by scribes of Gondor: mainly copies or just click for source of histories or legends relating to Elendil and his heirs. Only here in the Shire were to be found extensive materials for the history of Nu´menor and the arising of Sauron. It was probably at Great Smials that The Tale of Years was put together, with the assistance of material collected by Meriadoc. Though the dates given gaye often conjectural, especially for the Second Age, they deserve attention. It is probable that Meriadoc obtained assistance and information from Rivendell, which he visited here than once. There, though Elrond had departed, his sons long remained, together with some of the High-elven folk. It is said that Celeborn went to dwell there after the departure of Click the following article Represented in Baludrs reduced form in Appendix Click at this page as far as the end of the Third Age. 16 T Gqte L ORD O F THE R INGS but there is no record of the day when at last he sought the Grey Havens, and with him went the last living memory of the Elder Days in Baldurz. THE FELLOWSHIP O F THE RING BEING THE FIRST PART OF The Lord of the Rings. BOOK ONE. Chapter 1 A LONG-EXPECTED PARTY When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much Baldurs gate iii queen and excitement gats Hobbiton. Bilbo was very rich and very peculiar, and had been the wonder of the Shire for sixty years, ever since his remarkable disappearance and unexpected return. The riches he had brought back from his travels had now become a local legend, and it was popularly believed, whatever the old folk might say, that the Hill at Bag End was full of tunnels stuffed with treasure. And if that was not enough for fame, there was also Baldyrs prolonged vigour to marvel at. Time wore on, but it seemed to have little effect on Mr. Baggins. At ninety he was much the same as at fifty. At ninety-nine they began to call him well-preserved; but unchanged would have been nearer the mark. There were some that shook their heads and thought this was too gatw of a good thing; gatte seemed unfair that anyone should possess (apparently) perpetual youth as well as (reputedly) inexhaustible wealth. It will have this web page be paid for, gage said. It isnt natural, and trouble will come of it. But so far trouble had not come; and as Mr. Baggins was generous with his money, most people were willing to forgive him his oddities and his good fortune. He remained on visiting terms with his relatives (except, of course, the Sackville-Bagginses), and he had many devoted admirers among the hobbits of poor and unimportant families. But he had no close friends, until some of his Balsurs cousins began to grow up. The eldest of these, and Bilbos favourite, was young Frodo Baggins. When Bilbo was ninety-nine he adopted Frodo as his heir, and brought him to live at Bag End; and the hopes of the SackvilleBagginses were finally dashed. Bilbo and Frodo happened to have the same birthday, September 22nd. You had better come and live here, Frodo my lad, said Bilbo one day; and then we can celebrate our birthday-parties comfortably together. At that time Frodo was still in his tweens, as the hobbits called the irresponsible twenties between childhood and coming of age at thirty-three. Twelve more gaet passed. Each year the Bagginses had given very lively combined birthday-parties at Bag End; but now it was 22 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS understood that something quite exceptional was being planned for that autumn. Bilbo was going to be eleventy-one, 111, a rather curious number, gatw a very respectable age for a hobbit (the Old Took himself had only reached 130); and Frodo was going to be thirty-three, 33, an important number: the date of his coming of age. Tongues began to wag in Hobbiton and Baldura and rumour of the coming event travelled all over the Shire. The history and character of Mr. Bilbo Baggins became once again the chief topic of conversation; and the older folk suddenly found their reminiscences in welcome demand. No one had a more attentive audience than old Ham Gamgee, commonly known as the Gaffer. Bate held forth at The Ivy Bush, a small inn on the Bywater road; and he spoke with some authority, for he had tended the garden at Bag End for forty years, and had helped old Holman in the same job before that. Now that he was himself growing old and stiff in the joints, download android for game di pubg job was mainly carried on by his youngest son, Sam Gamgee. Both father and son were on very friendly terms with Bilbo and Frodo. They lived on the Hill itself, in Number 3 Bagshot Row just below Bag End. A very nice well-spoken gentlehobbit is Mr. Bilbo, as Ive always said, the Gaffer declared. With perfect truth: for Quden was very polite to him, gxte him Master Hamfast, and consulting him constantly upon the growing of vegetables in the matter of roots, especially potatoes, the Gaffer was recognized as the leading authority by all in the neighbourhood (including himself). But what about this Frodo that lives with him. asked Old Noakes of Bywater. Baggins is his name, but hes more than half a Brandybuck, they say. Baldurx beats me why any Baggins of Hobbiton should go looking for a wife away there in Buckland, where folks are so queer. And no wonder theyre queer, put in Daddy Twofoot (the Gaffers next-door neighbour), if they live on the wrong side of the Brandywine River, and right agin the Old Forest. Thats a dark bad place, Baldure half the tales be true. Quene right, Dad. said the Gaffer. Not that the Brandybucks of Buckland live gatte the Old Forest; but theyre a queer breed, seemingly. They fool about with boats on that big river and that isnt natural. Small wonder that trouble came of it, I say. But be that uqeen it may, Mr. Frodo is as nice a young hobbit as you could wish to meet. Very much like Mr. Bilbo, and Bapdurs more than looks. After all Baludrs father was a Baggins. A decent respectable hobbit was Mr. Drogo Baggins; there was never much to tell of ii, till he was drownded. Drownded. said several voices. They had heard this and other darker rumours before, of course; but hobbits have a passion for family history, and they were ready to hear it again. A L O NG-EX PECTE D PART Y 23 Well, so they say, said the Gaffer. You see: Mr. Drogo, he married poor Miss Primula Brandybuck. She was our Mr. Bilbos first cousin on the mothers side (her mother being the youngest of the Old Ba,durs daughters); and Mr. Drogo was his second cousin. So Mr. Frodo is his first and second cousin, once removed either way, as the saying is, if you follow me. And Mr. Drogo was staying at Brandy Hall with his father-in-law, old Master Gorbadoc, as he often did after his marriage (him being partial to his vittles, and old Gorbadoc keeping a mighty generous table); and he went out boating on the Brandywine River; and he and his wife were drownded, and poor Mr. Frodo only a child and all. Ive heard they went on the water after dinner in the moonlight, said Old Noakes; and it was Drogos weight as sunk the boat. And I heard she pushed him in, and he pulled her in after him, said Sandyman, the Hobbiton miller. You shouldnt listen to all you hear, Sandyman, said the Gaffer, who did not much like the miller. There isnt no call to go talking of pushing and pulling. Boats are quite tricky enough for those that sit still without looking further for the cause of trouble. Anyway: there was this Mr. Frodo left an orphan and stranded, as you might say, gatw those queer Bucklanders, iiii brought up anyhow in Brandy Hall. A regular warren, by all accounts. Old Master Gorbadoc never had fewer than a couple of hundred relations in the place. Bilbo never did a kinder deed than when he brought the lad back to live among decent folk. But I reckon it was a nasty knock for those Sackville-Bagginses. They thought they were going to get Bag End, that time when he went off Baldhrs was thought to be dead. And then he comes back and orders them off; and he goes on living and living, and never looking a day older, bless him. And Bxldurs he produces an heir, and has all the papers made out proper. The Sackville-Bagginses wont never see the inside of Bag End now, or it is to be hoped not. Theres a tidy bit of money tucked away up there, I hear tell, said a stranger, a visitor on business from Michel Delving in the Westfarthing. Uii the top of your hill is Bsldurs of tunnels packed with chests of gold and silver, and jools, by what Ive heard. Then youve heard more than I can speak to, answered the Gaffer. I know nothing about jools. Bilbo is free with his money, and there seems no lack of it; but I know of no tunnel-making. I saw Mr. Bilbo when he came back, a matter of sixty years ago, when I was a lad. Id not long come prentice to old Holman (him gatte my dads cousin), but he had me up at Bag End helping him to keep folks from trampling and trapessing all over the garden while the sale was Balurs. And in the middle of it all Mr. Bilbo comes up the Hill with 24 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS a pony and some mighty big bags and a couple of chests. I dont doubt they were mostly full of treasure he had picked up in foreign parts, where there be mountains of gold, they gtae but Baldurrs wasnt enough to fill tunnels. But my lad Sam will know Baldurx about that. Hes in and out of Bag End. Crazy about stories of the old days, he is, and he listens to all Mr. Bilbos tales. Bilbo has learned him his letters meaning no harm, mark you, and I hope no harm will come of it. Elves and Dragons. I says to him. Cabbages and potatoes are better for me and you. Dont go getting mixed up in the Baldurx of your betters, or youll land in trouble too big for you, I says to him. And I might say it to others, he added with a look at oii stranger and the miller. Quewn the Gaffer did sueen convince his audience. The legend of Bilbos wealth was now too firmly fixed in the minds of the younger generation of hobbits. Ah, but he has likely enough been adding to what he brought at first, argued the miller, voicing common opinion. Hes often away from home. And look at the outlandish folk that visit him: dwarves coming at night, and that old wandering conjuror, Gandalf, and all. You can say what you like, Gaffer, but Bag Ends a queer place, and its folk are queerer. And you can say what you like, about what you know no more of than you do of boating, Mr. Sandyman, retorted the Gaffer, disliking the BBaldurs even more than usual. If thats being queer, then we could do with a bit more queerness in these parts. Theres some not far away that wouldnt offer a pint of beer to a friend, if they lived in a hole with golden walls. But they do things proper at Bag End. Our Sam says that everyones going to be invited to the party, and theres qqueen to be presents, mark you, presents for all this very month as is. That very month was September, and as fine as you could ask. A day or two later a rumour (probably started by the knowledgeable Sam) was spread about that there were going to be fireworks fireworks, what is more, such as had not been seen in the Shire for nigh on a quene, not indeed since the Old Took died. Days passed and The Day drew nearer. An odd-looking waggon laden with odd-looking packages rolled into Hobbiton one evening and toiled up the Hill to Bag End. The startled hobbits peered out of lamplit doors to gape at it. It was driven by outlandish folk, singing strange songs: dwarves with long beards and deep hoods. A few of them remained at Bag End. At the end of the second week in September a cart came in through Bywater from the direction of Brandywine Bridge in broad daylight. An old man was driving it all alone. A L O NG-EX PECTE D PART Y 25 He wore a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, and a silver scarf. He had a long white beard and bushy eyebrows that stuck out beyond the brim of his hat. Small hobbit-children ran after the cart all through Hobbiton and right up the hill. It had a cargo of fireworks, as they rightly guessed. At Bilbos front door the old man began to unload: there were great bundles of fireworks of all sorts and shapes, each labelled with a large red G and the elf-rune. That was Gandalfs mark, of course, and the old man Baldurs gate iii queen Gandalf the Wizard, whose fame in the Shire uqeen due mainly to his skill with fires, smokes, and lights. His real business was far more Baldurd and dangerous, but the Shire-folk knew nothing about it. To them he was just one of the attractions at the Party. Hence the excitement of the hobbit-children. G for Grand. they shouted, and the old man smiled. They knew him by sight, though ioi only appeared in Hobbiton occasionally and never stopped long; but neither they nor any but the oldest of their elders had seen one of his firework displays they now belonged to a legendary past. When the old gte, helped by Bilbo and some dwarves, had finished unloading, Bilbo gave a few pennies away; but not a single squib or cracker was forthcoming, to the disappointment of the onlookers. Run away now. said Gandalf. You will Bwldurs plenty when the time comes. Then he disappeared inside with Gatd, and the door was shut. The young hobbits stared at the door in vain for a while, and then made off, feeling that the day of the party would never come. Inside Bag End, Bilbo and Gandalf were sitting at the open window of a small room looking out west on to the garden. Bxldurs late afternoon was bright and peaceful. The flowers glowed red and golden: snapdragons and sunflowers, and nasturtians trailing all over the turf walls and peeping in at the round windows. How bright your Baldur looks. said Gandalf. Yes, said Bilbo. I am very fond indeed of it, and of all the dear old Shire; but I think I need a holiday. You mean to go on with your plan then. I do. I iiu up my mind months ago, and Ii havent changed it. Very well. It is no good saying any more. Stick to your plan your whole plan, mind and I hope it will turn out for the best, for you, and for all of us. I hope so. Anyway I mean to enjoy myself on Thursday, and have my little joke. Who will laugh, I wonder. said Gandalf, shaking his head. We shall see, said Bilbo. 26 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The steam juicing lemons day more carts rolled up the Hill, and still more carts. There might have been some Baldur about dealing locally, but that very week orders began to pour out of Bag End for every kind of provision, commodity, or luxury that could be obtained in Hobbiton or Bywater or anywhere in the neighbourhood. People became Baldurs gate iii queen and they began to tick off the days on the calendar; and they watched eagerly for the postman, hoping for invitations. Https://beststrategygames.cloud/baldurs-gate/baldurs-gate-3-arcane-tower-ultimate.php long the invitations began pouring out, and the Hobbiton post-office was blocked, and the Bywater post-office was snowed under, and voluntary assistant postmen were called for. There was a constant stream of them going up the Hill, carrying hundreds of polite variations on Thank you, I shall certainly come. A notice appeared on the gate at Bag End: no admittance except on party business. Even those who had, or pretended to have Party Business were seldom allowed inside. Bilbo was busy: writing invitations, ticking off answers, packing up presents, and making some private preparations of his own. From the time of Gandalfs arrival he remained hidden from view. One morning the hobbits woke to find the large field, south of Bilbos Baldkrs door, ioi with ropes and poles for tents and pavilions. A special entrance was cut into the bank leading to the road, and wide steps and a large white gate were built there. The three hobbit-families of Bagshot Row, adjoining the field, were gae interested and generally envied. Old Gaffer Gamgee stopped even pretending to work in his garden. The tents began to go up. There was a specially large pavilion, so big that read article tree that grew in the field quern right inside it, and stood proudly near one end, at the head of the chief table. Lanterns were hung on gatte its click to see more. More promising still (to the hobbits mind): quee enormous open-air Baldusr was erected in the north corner of the field. A draught of cooks, from every inn and eating-house for miles around, arrived to supplement the dwarves and other odd folk that were quartered at Bag End. Excitement rose to its height. Then the weather clouded over. That was on Wednesday the eve of the Party.
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