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A glorious early morning sky over Hobbiton. There are farmers in fields, the mill wheel is turning in The Water, barrels are being loaded at the Green Dragon. Ahead is The Hill, its road winding up passed the Party Field with its single tall tree and on passed young Gaffer working in his garden, a single figure with a pointed hat is making his way up The HIll.
Voice Of Sam Gamgee Reading (over above flyover)
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
The round green door of Bag End is opened by Bilbo who takes in a deep breath of morning air and goes back inside his hole.
The hallway of Bag End is oak panelled, luxurious and comfortable. A hat stand and umbrella stand are by the door, cloaks hang on a long row of pegs. There is a large map of the Shire on the wall with everything beyond the borders blank, Bilbo's favourite walks are marked in red upon it and he has put a question mark over the blank areas. Bilbo wanders into a room on the right and it is full of brightly coloured clothing. He selects a suitable yellow waistcoat and puts it on over his shirt. He goes into a pantry and takes a cake to nibble on then goes into his kitchen, where he puts his breakfast dishes away into the dresser with pride.
He goes into the parlour. Out of the parlour window can be seen the bright flowers of his garden and a section of the road, walking steadily up the Hill is the figure in a pointed hat.
Bilbo picks up his mail from behind the clock on the mantelpiece. The clock displays 9.05 and the day on it is 'Tuesday'. On the mail as Bilbo takes it down can clearly be seen his name and address. Bilbo takes down his pipe, which has a very long stem-as long as the mantelpiece itself. He goes out his front door and lights his pipe, standing in the sunshine on his front step.
A shadow falls across him and he looks up. Silhouetted against the bright morning sun is an old man with a staff. The old man has a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak and a silver scarf and immense black boots on his feet. His name is Gandalf.
What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not; or that you feel good this morning; or that it is a morning to be good on?
All of them at once. And a very fine morning for a pipe out of doors, into the bargain. If you have a pipe about you, sit down. There's no hurry, we have all the day before us.
Bilbo sits on his porch seat, he crosses his legs and blows a smoke ring that the breeze catches and takes up over the hill, Bilbo looks quite pleased with himself at it.
Very pretty! But I have no time to blow smoke rings this morning. I am looking for someone to share an adventure that I am arranging, and it's very difficult to find anyone.
I should think so- in these parts! We are plain quiet folk and I have no use for adventures. Nasty disturbing uncomfortable things! Make you late for diner! I can't think what anybody sees in them.
Bilbo opens his mail and pointedly begins to read clearly hoping Gandalf will go away, but Gandalf remains staring at him. Bilbo uncomfortably shifts his body so he is turned as far as politeness allows away from Gandalf, but still Gandalf stares at him.
Good morning! We don't want any adventures here, thank you! You might try over The Hill or across The Water.
What a lot of things you do use good morning for! Now you mean that you want to get rid of me, and that it won't be good till I move off.
Not at all, not at all, my dear sir! Let me see, I don't think I know your name?
Yes, yes, my dear sir- and I do know your name, Mr Bilbo Baggins. And you do know my name, though you don't remember that I belong to it. I am Gandalf, and Gandalf means me! To think that I should have lived to be good-morninged by Belladonna Took's son, as if I were selling buttons at the door!
Gandalf, Gandalf! Not the wandering wizard that gave Old Took a pair of magic diamond studs that fastened themselves and never came undone till ordered? Not the fellow who used to tell such wonderful tales at parties, about dragons and goblins and giants? Not the Gandalf that used to make such excellent fireworks! I remember those! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve. Not the Gandalf who was responsible for so many quiet lads and lasses going off into the Blue for mad adventures? Bless me, life used to be quite inter-I mean, you used to upset things badly in these parts once upon a time. I had no idea you were still in business.
Where else should I be? All the same I am pleased to find you remember something about me. You seem to remember my fireworks kindly, at any rate, and that is not without hope. Indeed for your old grandfather Took's sake, and for the sake of poor Belladonna, I will give you what you ask for.
I beg your pardon, I haven't asked for anything!
Yes, you have! Twice now. My pardon. I give it you. In fact I will go so far as to send you to this adventure. Very amusing for me, very good for you- and profitable too, very likely, if you ever get over it.
Sorry!! I don't want any adventures, thank you. Not today. Good morning! But please come to tea- any time you like! Why not tomorrow! Come tomorrow! Goodbye!
Bilbo scuttles inside his hole and slams the door. Outside Gandalf remains staring at the door, leaning on his staff and chuckling. After a moment he composes himself and using the pointed tip of his staff cuts a mark into Bilbo green front door and strides away.
Inside his hall Bilbo leans with his back against the front door looking troubled.
Now why did I invite him for tea?
Bilbo goes through to his parlour and deposits his mail back behind the clock. Fade out on the clock.
Fade in on the clock. The hands read 5 and the day reads Wednesday. The clock chimes the hour. Bilbo is dozing in a comfortable chair beneath the window. The early evening light is fast fading in the sky outside the window. Suddenly the door bell clangs and rings violently and Bilbo's eyes snap open. He stares at the clock and at the date.
Bilbo rushes into his kitchen and comes back with a pot of tea, an extra cup and saucer and a plate of seed-cakes. The door rings again and Bilbo rushes down the hall to answer it.
Bilbo (opening door)
I am so sorry to keep you wait....
There is a dwarf with a blue beard tucked into his golden belt, and very bright eyes under a dark-green hood standing on the doorstep. The dwarf immediately walks in as if expected and hangs his hood up.
Dwalin at your service!
Bilbo (looking confused)
Bilbo Baggins at yours!
The two stand and stare at one another for an awkward moment.
I am just about to take tea: come and have some with me."
He leads Dwalin into the parlour but no sooner has he done so than the door bell rings again.
Bilbo hurries back to the door and opens it.
So you have got here at......
On the doorstep is an old-looking dwarf with a white beard and a scarlet hood. He too hops inside as if expected and hangs up his hood.
Balin at your service! I see they have begun to arrive already.
Bilbo leads Balin into the parlour and once more the door bell rings.
Fetch some more seed-cake whilst your out there.
Bilbo hurries back to the door.
Gandalf for certain this time.
He opens the door to find two more dwarves, with blue hoods, silver belts and yellow beards. They walk straight in and hang their hoods beside the others.
What can I do for you, my dwarves?"
Kili at your service.
Dwalin and Balin here already, I see. Let us join the throng.
Bilbo (as he leads them to the parlour)
Again the door bell rings, louder this time. Bilbo scuttles off again to answer it. This time there are five dwarfs. Each one enters, hangs their hood, gives their name and walks passed the stunned Bilbo to the parlour.
Dori at your service.
Nori at your service.
Ori at your service.
Oin at your service.
Gloin at your service.
Bilbo follows them into his parlour which is now full of dwarves.
Bilbo hurries off into the pantry and comes back with several plates of cakes but no sooner has he given them to the dwarves when there comes a loud knock on the door. The sound of someone banging hard with a stick.
Bilbo rushes back to the front door.
This is the most awkward Wednesday I have ever had!
The door is thumped agan and Bilbo pulls it open, much to fast for in onto the mat falls three more dwarfs. A fourth, very fat dwarf teeters behind the others then falls on top, there is series of loud groans from those beneath and the squeak of a musical instrument being squashed. Behind the pile of Dwarfs Gandalf stands, leaning on his staff and laughing.
Carefully! It is not like you, Bilbo, to keep friends waiting on the mat, and then open the door like a pop-gun! Let me introduce you,
Gandalf helps Bombur up from atop the groaning others.
This is Bombur, Bifur, Bofur
With the rest standing the only dwarf still on the ground, and at the bottom of the pile and not looking happy about it, is an important dwarf with a sky-blue hood with a long silver tassel. Gandalf helps him up.
And especially Thorin Oakenshield.
I am so sorry. Really most terribly sorry.
Yes, well don't mention it.
Now we all here! Quite a merry gathering! I hope there is something left for the late-comers to eat and drink!
I'd like some raspberry jam and apple-tart.
And mince-pies and cheese.
And pork pie and salad.
Dwalin (from the parlour)
And more cakes-and ale- if you don't mind.
Put on a few eggs, theres a good fellow.
Bilbo, thrown by the evenings events, just nods and heads to the pantry.
And just bring out the cold chicken and pickles.
He seems to know as much about the inside of my larders as I do myself!