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The Fellowship of the Ring Book One, Chapter I A Long-expected Party Scene 3 - Arrival at Bag End |
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| Scene 3: Arrival at Bag End
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![]() Shire Panorama - from the Party Field, with the Water and the Hobbiton Town Center in the background, all the way to Bag End |
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Gandalf driving up Bagshot Row, arriving at Bag End ![]() |
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![]() Gandalf pulls up to the gate at Bag End, then goes through the gate and up to bang on the door with his staff |
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No thank you! We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers or distant relations What about very old friends? ![]() |
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![]() Come on, come in. Welcome, welcome. Tea? Or maybe something a little stronger? I've got a few bottles of the Old Winyards left... |
Gandalf? Bilbo Baggins... You haven't aged a day ![]() I'm not at home! |
![]() ...1296 - very good year. Almost as old as I am. It was laid down by my father. What say we open one, eh? |
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I've got to get away from these confounded relatives, hanging on the bell all day, never giving me a moment's peace. |
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I want to see mountains again, mountains, Gandalf! And then find somewhere quiet, where I can finish my book. |
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So, you mean to go through with your plan then? Yes, yes, it's all in hand. All the arrangements have been made. |
Frodo suspects something. Course he does, he's a Baggins, not some blockheaded Bracegirdle from Hardbottle. You will tell him, won't you? Yes, yes... He's very fond of you... |
I know. He'd probably come with me if I asked him. I think, in his heart, Frodo is still in love with the Shire, the woods, the fields, little rivers... |
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I am old, Gandalf. I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart. |
I feel...thin, sort of...stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread. |
I need a holiday, a very long holiday; I don't expect I shall return. In fact, I mean not to... |
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![]() Old Toby, the finest weed in the Southfarthing Gandalf, my old friend, this will be a night to remember! |
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