Gandalf meets old Bilbo The Lord of the Rings
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In The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, Gandalf visits Bilbo at his home in the Shire. They warmly reunite as old friends. Bilbo is preparing to leave the Shire after his 111th birthday and confides in Gandalf that he feels old and tired. They talk about the past, Bilbo’s adventures, and his plans to leave everything, including the Ring. The scene ends with them peacefully smoking together before Bilbo’s birthday party.
No, thank you!
We don't want any more visitors, well-wishers or distant relations!
And what about very old friends?
Gandalf?
Bilbo Baggins.
My dear Gandalf!
Good to see you.
One hundred and eleven years old, who would believe it?
Let's dance.
Welcome, welcome.
Tea? Or maybe something a little stronger?
I've got a few bottles of the old vineyard left.
Twelve ninety-six.
Very good year.
Almost as old as I am!
It was laid down by my father!
What say we open one, eh?
Just tea, thank you.
I was expecting you sometime last week.
Not that he'd come and go as you please, always have done and always will.
You caught me a bit unprepared, I'm afraid.
We've only got cold chicken.
There's some cheese here, although...
I can make you some eggs if you like.
Oh, Gandalf?
Just tea, thank you.
Oh, right.
You don't want to follow me, do you?
Oh, no, not at all.
It's the Sackful Bagginses!
I know you're in there!
They're after the house!
They've never forgiven me for living this long!
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 plan, then?
Yes, yes, it's all in hand.
All the arrangements are made.
Oh, thank you.
Frodo suspects something.
Of course he does.
He's a Baggins, not some blockheaded race girl from Hardbottle.
You will tell him, won't you?
Yes, yes.
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, the fields.
Just the rivers.
I'm old, Gandalf.
I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning to feel it in my heart.
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.
Old toadie.
The finest weed in the South Parley.
Gandalf, my old friend.
This will be a night to remember.