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It
is
also
,
if
I
may
be
allowed
to
refer
to
ancient
history
,
the
anniversary
of
my
arrival
by
barrel
at
Esgaroth
on
the
Long
Lake
;
though
the
fact
that
it
was
my
birthday
slipped
my
memory
on
that
occasion
.
I
was
only
fifty-one
then
,
and
birthdays
did
not
seem
so
important
.
The
banquet
was
very
splendid
,
however
,
though
I
had
a
bad
cold
at
the
time
,
I
remember
,
and
could
only
say
'
thag
you
very
buch
'
.
I
now
repeat
it
more
correctly
:
Thank
you
very
much
for
coming
to
my
little
party
.
Obstinate
silence
.
They
all
feared
that
a
song
or
some
poetry
was
now
imminent
;
and
they
were
getting
bored
.
Why
could
n't
he
stop
talking
and
let
them
drink
his
health
?
But
Bilbo
did
not
sing
or
recite
.
He
paused
for
a
moment
.
Thirdly
and
finally
,
he
said
,
I
wish
to
make
an
ANNOUNCEMENT
.
He
spoke
this
last
word
so
loudly
and
suddenly
that
everyone
sat
up
who
still
could
.
I
regret
to
announce
that
--
though
,
as
I
said
,
eleventy-one
years
is
far
too
short
a
time
to
spend
among
you
--
this
is
the
END
.
I
am
going
.
I
am
leaving
NOW
.
GOOD-BYE
!
He
stepped
down
and
vanished
.
There
was
a
blinding
flash
of
light
,
and
the
guests
all
blinked
.
When
they
opened
their
eyes
Bilbo
was
nowhere
to
be
seen
.
One
hundred
and
forty-four
flabbergasted
hobbits
sat
back
speechless
.
Old
Odo
Proudfoot
removed
his
feet
from
the
table
and
stamped
.
Then
there
was
a
dead
silence
,
until
suddenly
,
after
several
deep
breaths
,
every
Baggins
,
Boffin
,
Took
,
Brandybuck
,
Grubb
,
Chubb
,
Burrows
,
Bolger
,
Bracegirdle
,
Brockhouse
,
Goodbody
,
Hornblower
,
and
Proudfoot
began
to
talk
at
once
.
It
was
generally
agreed
that
the
joke
was
in
very
bad
taste
,
and
more
food
and
drink
were
needed
to
cure
the
guests
of
shock
and
annoyance
.
'
He
's
mad
.
I
always
said
so
,
'
was
probably
the
most
popular
comment
.
Even
the
Tooks
(
with
a
few
exceptions
)
thought
Bilbo
's
behaviour
was
absurd
.
For
the
moment
most
of
them
took
it
for
granted
that
his
disappearance
was
nothing
more
than
a
ridiculous
prank
.
But
old
Rory
Brandybuck
was
not
so
sure
.
Neither
age
nor
an
enormous
dinner
had
clouded
his
wits
,
and
he
said
to
his
daughter-in-law
,
Esmeralda
:
'
There
's
something
fishy
in
this
,
my
dear
!
I
believe
that
mad
Baggins
is
off
again
.
Silly
old
fool
.
But
why
worry
?
He
has
n't
taken
the
vittles
with
him
.
'
He
called
loudly
to
Frodo
to
send
the
wine
round
again
.
Frodo
was
the
only
one
present
who
had
said
nothing
.
For
some
time
he
had
sat
silent
beside
Bilbo
's
empty
chair
,
and
ignored
all
remarks
and
questions
.
He
had
enjoyed
the
joke
,
of
course
,
even
though
he
had
been
in
the
know
.
He
had
difficulty
in
keeping
from
laughter
at
the
indignant
surprise
of
the
guests
.
But
at
the
same
time
he
felt
deeply
troubled
:
he
realized
suddenly
that
he
loved
the
old
hobbit
dearly
.
Most
of
the
guests
went
on
eating
and
drinking
and
discussing
Bilbo
Baggins
'
oddities
,
past
and
present
;
but
the
Sackville-Bagginses
had
already
departed
in
wrath
.
Frodo
did
not
want
to
have
any
more
to
do
with
the
party
.
He
gave
orders
for
more
wine
to
be
served
;
then
he
got
up
and
drained
his
own
glass
silently
to
the
health
of
Bilbo
,
and
slipped
out
of
the
pavilion
.
As
for
Bilbo
Baggins
,
even
while
he
was
making
his
speech
,
he
had
been
fingering
the
golden
ring
in
his
pocket
:
his
magic
ring
that
he
had
kept
secret
for
so
many
years
.
As
he
stepped
down
he
slipped
it
on
his
finger
,
and
he
was
never
seen
by
any
hobbit
in
Hobbiton
again
.
He
walked
briskly
back
to
his
hole
,
and
stood
for
a
moment
listening
with
a
smile
to
the
din
in
the
pavilion
and
to
the
sounds
of
merrymaking
in
other
parts
of
the
field
.
Then
he
went
in
.
He
took
off
his
party
clothes
,
folded
up
and
wrapped
in
tissue-paper
his
embroidered
silk
waistcoat
,
and
put
it
away
.
Then
he
put
on
quickly
some
old
untidy
garments
,
and
fastened
round
his
waist
a
worn
leather
belt
.
On
it
he
hung
a
short
sword
in
a
battered
black-leather
scabbard
.
From
a
locked
drawer
,
smelling
of
moth-balls
,
he
took
out
an
old
cloak
and
hood
.
They
had
been
locked
up
as
if
they
were
very
precious
,
but
they
were
so
patched
and
weatherstained
that
their
original
colour
could
hardly
be
guessed
:
it
might
have
been
dark
green
.
They
were
rather
too
large
for
him
.
He
then
went
into
his
study
,
and
from
a
large
strong-box
took
out
a
bundle
wrapped
in
old
cloths
,
and
a
leather-bound
manuscript
;
and
also
a
large
bulky
envelope
.
The
book
and
bundle
he
stuffed
into
the
top
of
a
heavy
bag
that
was
standing
there
,
already
nearly
full
.
Into
the
envelope
he
slipped
his
golden
ring
,
and
its
fine
chain
,
and
then
sealed
it
,
and
addressed
it
to
Frodo
.
At
first
he
put
it
on
the
mantelpiece
,
but
suddenly
he
removed
it
and
stuck
it
in
his
pocket
.
At
that
moment
the
door
opened
and
Gandalf
came
quickly
in
.
