With nothing to do, you basically spent time wandering around Hobbiton. Many of the hobbits eyed you suspiciously, no doubt because a lot of them had never seen humans before. Yet the good folk were cheerful enough however, and weren't really in the mood for ratting you out, not when Bilbo's eleventy first birthday was imminent.
All in all though, just being able to get away from the endless quagmire against the Corporate Conglomerate Emirates of Mylandia was a nice change. Instead of watching for MG55's in the shattered streets of Rowheigh, you enjoyed the quaint bucolic countryside, drinking the finest brandy Hobbiton had to offer. Though you had just become old enough to drink that year, that didn't stop you from beating Merry and Pippen in a drinking contest.
You only wondered what Drak was doing; probably terrorizing the countryside in some jacked up place...
Damn, perhaps I should get sober first.
Fortunately, you had once the festivites of Bilbo's birthday began. During one of his stories, Merry and Pippen had set off a whole string of fireworks that took the shape of a dragon. That alone might have been worth the price of admission (though it was free), despite it having wrecked all the tents and shit.
Bilbo was in high spirits, never relinquishing an opportunity to spread the word about all his travels. Yet below that seemingly un-aged exterior laid a sort of twisted torment, in that on the inside he felt 222 years old instead of 111. You knew what it was that bothered him; it was the ring. You could feel its pull calling toward you....
You shook your head; no, that would ruin the entire story.
Before long, Bilbo went up on stage to address the crowd. You sat attentively next to Gandalf, who had made a point of having you sit next to him. Though it might have been your paranoid imagination, he must have suspected you knew of the ring.
"Today is my 111th birthday!!" Bilbo announced.
The crowd cheered, yet quieted down and began to grow restless when Bilbo remained silent. If the crowd was restless, Bilbo was even more so as he announced. Your attention had been lost, but you had been able to make out his words, "I regret to inform you all, that it is time for me to go... Goodbye then"
Suddenly Bilbo dissappeared, and the crowd went into a panic.
"Geez, that was an abrupt end to his speech, he might have waited before putting on the-"
Gandalf pushed himself up with his staff, eyes glinting as he gave you a menacing stare. Your bit your lip, "I mean before he put on the curtain on the crowd" you improvised, but the damage had been done.
"After I meet with Bilbo, you're coming with me and you will do exactly as I say understand Giljaras?" he ordered with a chilling undertone.
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