The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring Page #8

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GANDALF:

Frodo suspects something.

BILBO:

'Course he does, he's a Baggins...not

some block headed Bracegirdle from

Hardbottle!

GANDALF:

You will tell him, won't you?

BILBO:

Yes, yes.

GANDALF:

He's very fond of you.

BILBO:

I know. He'd probably come with me if I

asked him. I think, in his heart,

Frodo's still in love with the Shire, the

woods and the fields... little rivers.

Bilbo stands gazing out of the kitchen

window.

BILBO (CONT'D)

I am old, Gandalf... Bilbo looks at

Gandalf sadly...

BILBO (CONT'D)

I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning

to feel it in my heart.

CLOSE ON:

Bilbo's fingers close around his waistcoat pocket...gripping

a small, unseen object.

BILBO (CONT'D)

I feel thin...sort of stretched, like

butter scraped over too much bread. I

need a holiday...a very long holiday and

I don't expect I shall return...in fact,

I mean not to.

CUT TO:

14.

INT. BAG END -- EVENING

Gandalf and Bilbo are sitting on the Bag End porch. Below

them, final preparations are being made on the Party field.

Bilbo strikes a match and lights his pipe.

BILBO:

Old Toby, the finest weed in

Southfarthing!

Bilbo blows a perfect smoke ring and watches it rise into the

air. A tiny sailing ship with masts and sails glides through

the Center of Bilbo's smoke ring.

BILBO (CONT'D)

Ohhhh,

(smiles)

Gandalf my old friend...this will be a

night to remember!

CUT TO:

EXT. PARTY FIELD, HOBBITON -- NIGHT

BOOM! A FIREWORK explodes into the night sky high above

Hobbiton...in the shape of a great green tree with unfolding

branches. TILT DOWN: with glowing flowers as they rain down

from the branches...evaporating just above the up turned

faces of the delighted party-goers 144 Hobbits, feasting and

drinking Carts of beer and wine are scattered about, and the

tables are piled high with steaming scones and savories.

Gandalf hurries about, lighting fireworks with a blue spark

that dances magically from his staff... Bilbo is greeting

visitors. Frodo and SAM sit at a table drinking ale...Frodo

notices Sam's eyes keep flicking to another pretty Hobbit,

Rosie Cotton, sitting some distance away.

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