The Birthday Guest 9-22
Indeed , he at once began to carry on
Bilbo's reputation for oddity. He refused to go into mourning; and the
next year he gave a party in honour of Bilbo's hundred-and-twelfth
birthday, which he called a Hundred-weight Feast. But that was short of
the mark, for twenty guests were invited, and there were several meals
at which is snowed food and rained drink, as hobbits say. - FotR
Look at him, over there, head of the table he is. Lifting his mug and
toasting old Bilbo again and again. Hundred-and-twelve, he says,
wherever the daft old thing has got off to. Probably in a river
somewhere, feeding the fishes while his nephew feeds us. What's this,
another course? I've heard there will be several, so much food already
I'm running out of corners to fill.
"Hand me another ale, will you? Thanks so much."
Wonder if there's really any gold buried in these walls? What's that?
Another toast? When will it end? He must realize we're only here for
the food, humoring him. Probably making us earn our supper by having to
listen to all this talk, talk, talk. Bilbo this and Bilbo that. He
certainly was an odd one; looks like it runs in the family. Well, I
suppose I can play along, and my that cake smells good.
"Huzzah! Happy birthday to Bilbo!"
How was that? I think I was pretty convincing. Another mug, yes I'll
have another mug. Raining drink it is, as they say. Snowing food. Ah
good, he's finally done talking - again. Looks like we get another song
by that young Took over there, a wonder that he came so far from
Tuckborough. Good voice he has, I suppose. Probably just here for the
food too. Helps to have money when you want for real friends.
"Fine song! Sing us another!"
That'll give me time to loosen my belt again. Whatever happened to
the older fool, at least the younger one is willing to share his money
well enough. A Hundred-weight Feast the invitation said. Wonder if that
was in food or in gold? My guess is gold - far more than a hundred
weights of provender here. Maybe all this tom-foolery is for good, if
means we get a feed before every winter.
What a way to spend your life, going on about someone else, never
accomplishing anything worth noticing, hanging about with crazy
Brandybucks… Sure glad I'm not a Baggins. At least my family does