On Dec 24, 8:20 am, MickeyMoop <
farfe...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> BOG bless this One too; "bringing them back alive," if only we can get Samwise or a suitable female relative to TO "feliz navidad feliz navidad i want to wish you a" merry Saturnalia I want to know.
By Gollum and Gamgee Willikers...
"All the one hundred and forty-four guests expected a pleasant feast;
though they rather dreaded the after-dinner speech of their host....
He was liable to drag in bits of what he called poetry; and sometimes,
after a glass or two, would allude to the absurd adventures of his
mysterious journey....
After the feast... came the Speech. Most of the company were, however,
now in a tolerant mood, at that delightful stage which they called
'filling up the corners'....
My dear People, began Bilbo.... Bilbo left his place and went and
stood on a chair under the illuminated tree. The light of the lanterns
fell on his beaming face.... They could all see him standing, waving
one hand in the air, the other was in his trouser-pocket.
My dear Bagginses and Boffins, he began again; and my dear Tooks and
Brandybucks, and Grubbs, and Chubbs, and Burrowses, and Hornblowers,
and Bolgers, Bracegirdles, Goodbodies, Brockhouses and Proudfoots.
'ProudFEET!' shouted an elderly hobbit from the back of the
pavilion....
Proudfoots, repeated Bilbo. Also my good Sackville-Bagginses that I
welcome back at last to Bag End. Today is my one hundred and eleventh
birthday: I am eleventy-one today! 'Hurray! Hurray! Many Happy
Returns!' they shouted.... This was the sort of stuff they liked:
short and obvious.
I hope you are all enjoying yourselves as much as I am. Deafening
cheers.... Cries of Yes (and No). Noises of trumpets and horns....
Indeed, in one corner some of the young Tooks and Brandybucks,
supposing Uncle Bilbo to have finished (since he had plainly said all
that was necessary), now... began a merry dance-tune. Master Everard
Took and Miss Melilot Brandybuck got on a table and with bells in
their hands began to dance the Springle-ring: a pretty dance, but
rather vigorous.
But Bilbo had not finished. Seizing a horn from a youngster near by,
he blew three loud hoots.... I shall not keep you long, he cried.
Cheers from all the assembly. I have called you all together for a
Purpose..... There was almost silence....
Indeed, for Three Purposes! First of all, to tell you that I am
immensely fond of you all, and that eleventy-one years is too short a
time to live among such excellent and admirable hobbits. Tremendous
outburst of approval.
I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like
less than half of you half as well as you deserve....
Secondly, to celebrate my birthday. Cheers again. I should say: OUR
birthday. For it is, of course, also the birthday of my heir and
nephew, Frodo. He comes of age and into his inheritance today. Some
perfunctory clapping by the elders.... Together we score one hundred
and forty-four. Your numbers were chosen to fit this remarkable total:
One Gross, if I may use the expression. No cheers.... Many of his
guests, and especially the Sackville-Bagginses, were insulted, feeling
sure they had only been asked to fill up the required number....
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.... Why couldn't he stop talking and
let them drink his health? But Bilbo... 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!"
...
"Frodo: Bilbo. Bilbo, watch out for the dragon! Bilbo: Dragon?
Bilbo: Nonsense, there hasn't been a dragon in these parts for a
thousand
years."