User:Amroth/Screenplays/Peter Jackson's The Fellowship of the Ring/Very Old Friends
EXT. BAG END -- DAY
Wide on: GANDALF'S CART pulls up outside the gate to BAG
END...a particularly fine example of a Hobbit hole, with a
large round front door set into a grassy hillside. There is
a sign on the gate which reads: "NO ADMITTANCE EXCEPT ON
PARTY BUSINESS." Gandalf strides up to the garden path of Bag
End. He raises his staff and raps on the front door...a
voice calls out:
No, thank you! We don't want any more
visitors, well wishers, or distant
And what about very old friends?
Suddenly the door opens and BILBO BAGGINS stands before him.
He is a HOBBIT OF INDERTIMINATE AGE, with a mischievous
Twinkle in his eye. Wearing a dashing brocade waist coat, he
looks every inch the eccentric gentleman.
My dear Gandalf!
Gandalf drops to his knee to embrace his old friend.
It's good to see you. One hundred and
eleven years old, who would believe it!
Gandalf looks at him more keenly.
You haven't aged a day! Gandalf and Bilbo
laugh together and enter Bag End.
Come on, come in! Welcome, welcome!!
INT. BAG END LIVING ROOM -- DAY
Bilbo leads Gandalf into Bag End...cozy and cluttered with
souvenirs of Bilbo's travels. Gandalf has to stoop to avoid
hitting his head on the low ceiling. Bilbo hangs up Gandalf's
hat on a peg and trots off down the hall.
Tea? Or maybe something stronger... I've
a few bottles of the Old Winyard left,
1296...a very good year, almost as old as
I am. It was laid down by my father. What
say we open one, eh?
Bilbo disappears into the kitchen as Gandalf looks
around..enjoying the familiarity of Bag End...he turns,
knocking his head on the light and then walking into the
wooden beam. He groans.
BILBO (O.S.) (CONT'D)
I was expecting you some time last week.
Not that it matters, you come and go as
you please, always have done, always
BILBO (O.S.) (CONT'D)
You've caught me a bit unprepared, I'm
afraid...we've only got cold chicken, bit
of pickle, some cheese here...ooh, no,
that might be a little risky...
Gandalf stops in front of a framed map, charred in one
corner...it is Thorin's map of the Lonely Mountain, Gandalf
smiles to himself.
Er, we've got raspberry jam and apple
tart...got some custard somewhere. Not
much for Afters, I'm afraid. Oh
no...we're alright...I've just found some
sponge cake. Nice little snack. Hope
(comes into view)
I could do you some eggs if you like?
Bilbo jumps, a half eaten pork pie in his hand, as Gandalf
mysteriously appears behind him.
Just tea, thank you.
Oh..right. You don't mind if...?
No, not at all. Go ahead. A sudden loud
knock on the front door.
MRS. SACKVILLE BAGGINS (O.S.)
Bilbo Baggins, you open this door..I know you're in there.
I'm not home.
Gandalf watches, amused as Bilbo tries to hide.
I've got to get away from these
confounded relatives, hanging on the bell
all day, never giving me a moment's
peace. I want to see mountains
again...mountains, Gandalf... and then
find somewhere quiet where I can finish
my book...Oh, Tea!
So, you mean to go through with your
Yes, yes...it's all inhand. All the
arrangements are made.
Frodo suspects something.
'Course he does, he's a Baggins...not
some block headed Bracegirdle from
You will tell him, won't you?
He's very fond of you.
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
I am old, Gandalf... Bilbo looks at
I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning
to feel it in my heart.
Bilbo's fingers close around his waistcoat pocket...gripping
a small, unseen object.
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.
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.
Old Toby, the finest weed in
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.
Gandalf my old friend...this will be a
night to remember!