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A Party Is Announced by Elwen of the Hidden Valley
B2MeM Prompt:075 (Throws a birthday party)Card:Eligible Batchelor Baggins Number:64
Format:Vignette
Genre:gen
Rating:gen
Warnings:none
Characters:Bilbo, Frodo
Pairings:none
Creator’s Notes (optional):A snippet from an upcoming fic.
Summary:Bilbo and Frodo write invitations
Bilbo and Frodo Baggins sat at the parlour table. “Right, that’s the last of my invitations written. How are you doing?” Frodo asked as he leaned back, throwing out his arms to either side and stretching mightily.
“Just five more. Then you can take them down to the Ivy Bush for posting.”
Frodo leaned in, to begin collecting into neat piles all the envelopes scattered upon the table between them. “It’s going to cost a fortune to post all these. Are you sure I can’t deliver some of the more local ones personally?”
“Definitely not! Some of our less well-off guests never get mail. Having the postman deliver the invitation will be half the fun of the party to them,” Bilbo replied with a grin.
Frodo giggled. “You do realise that half of those can’t read and won’t be able to write an acceptance letter?”
Bilbo waived his arm airily, before sliding the last invitation into its fine cream envelope and sealing it with a generous splodge of red wax. “They’ll all come,though. In fact it’s entirely possible that some who aren’t invited will come anyway. That’s why I ordered extra of everything.”
Frodo shook his head, frowning. “Then why send invitations at all?”
Bilbo paused for a moment’s consideration before replying,simply, “Because that’s the proper way to do it, and I’d like to be remembered for doing at least one thing properly.”
Dark brows climbed in disbelief as Frodo commented, “You don’t usually let that bother you.”
“Well, this is a special event, for both of us.” Bilbo patted his pocket. “Now, what was I about to say?” His frown cleared and he arose to collect a couple of envelopes from the mantlepiece. “Add these to the invitations, will you? You’ll need to take extra coin for them.”
The envelopes were bigger than the rest and sealed carefully. Frodo read the address on the top one and his eyes lit up.
“Gandalf the Wizard,
C/o The Prancing Pony,
Bree,
Breeland,
Eriador.”
“You’re inviting Gandalf? Will this reach him? Does he live in Bree, then? Will he bring fireworks?”
Bilbo fished in a tray on the mantlepiece, tutting as he handed over a jumble of coins. “Goodness, Frodo. You’re like a pump with two handles.” He began marking off replies on his fingers. “Yes. I am inviting Gandalf. No, I don’t know whether this will reach him in time. He travels about a bit. No, he does not live in Bree but he has led me to believe that, if he is to be reached at all, it will be at this address. As for fireworks … that I will leave to his discretion. It isn’t wise to be too demanding of a wizard.”
“I do hope he comes and that he brings at least a few fireworks. That really would make the party special.” Frodo examined the second and his eyes widened even further.
“Dain Ironfoot
King Under the Mountain
Erebor”
“Bilbo, I know that mail often goes to Bree, via traders from Buckland, but I’m not sure they’ll be willing to travel that far, or find anyone else who will.”
“Nonesense, lad. I managed to get a letter to Dale about the presents. There’s a small party of dwarves camped beside the Ivy Bush and they’re travelling back that way tomorrow. Just hand it over and they’ll see that their king gets it.”
Frodo absorbed that piece of information as he dropped all the correspondence into his shopping basket. “Are you inviting the king to our party? I’m not sure Hobbiton is up to entertaining a king.”
“Gracious me, but you’re full of questions today.” Bilbo adopted his most teacherly tone. “The dwarves of Erebor did a lot of travelling. They happen to be very good at making tents and pavilions and we shall need some rather large ones. Off with you now, or you’ll miss those dwarves. They said they would wait for my letter but they need to be away today.”
Format:Vignette
Genre:gen
Rating:gen
Warnings:none
Characters:Bilbo, Frodo
Pairings:none
Creator’s Notes (optional):A snippet from an upcoming fic.
Summary:Bilbo and Frodo write invitations
Bilbo and Frodo Baggins sat at the parlour table. “Right, that’s the last of my invitations written. How are you doing?” Frodo asked as he leaned back, throwing out his arms to either side and stretching mightily.
“Just five more. Then you can take them down to the Ivy Bush for posting.”
Frodo leaned in, to begin collecting into neat piles all the envelopes scattered upon the table between them. “It’s going to cost a fortune to post all these. Are you sure I can’t deliver some of the more local ones personally?”
“Definitely not! Some of our less well-off guests never get mail. Having the postman deliver the invitation will be half the fun of the party to them,” Bilbo replied with a grin.
Frodo giggled. “You do realise that half of those can’t read and won’t be able to write an acceptance letter?”
Bilbo waived his arm airily, before sliding the last invitation into its fine cream envelope and sealing it with a generous splodge of red wax. “They’ll all come,though. In fact it’s entirely possible that some who aren’t invited will come anyway. That’s why I ordered extra of everything.”
Frodo shook his head, frowning. “Then why send invitations at all?”
Bilbo paused for a moment’s consideration before replying,simply, “Because that’s the proper way to do it, and I’d like to be remembered for doing at least one thing properly.”
Dark brows climbed in disbelief as Frodo commented, “You don’t usually let that bother you.”
“Well, this is a special event, for both of us.” Bilbo patted his pocket. “Now, what was I about to say?” His frown cleared and he arose to collect a couple of envelopes from the mantlepiece. “Add these to the invitations, will you? You’ll need to take extra coin for them.”
The envelopes were bigger than the rest and sealed carefully. Frodo read the address on the top one and his eyes lit up.
“Gandalf the Wizard,
C/o The Prancing Pony,
Bree,
Breeland,
Eriador.”
“You’re inviting Gandalf? Will this reach him? Does he live in Bree, then? Will he bring fireworks?”
Bilbo fished in a tray on the mantlepiece, tutting as he handed over a jumble of coins. “Goodness, Frodo. You’re like a pump with two handles.” He began marking off replies on his fingers. “Yes. I am inviting Gandalf. No, I don’t know whether this will reach him in time. He travels about a bit. No, he does not live in Bree but he has led me to believe that, if he is to be reached at all, it will be at this address. As for fireworks … that I will leave to his discretion. It isn’t wise to be too demanding of a wizard.”
“I do hope he comes and that he brings at least a few fireworks. That really would make the party special.” Frodo examined the second and his eyes widened even further.
“Dain Ironfoot
King Under the Mountain
Erebor”
“Bilbo, I know that mail often goes to Bree, via traders from Buckland, but I’m not sure they’ll be willing to travel that far, or find anyone else who will.”
“Nonesense, lad. I managed to get a letter to Dale about the presents. There’s a small party of dwarves camped beside the Ivy Bush and they’re travelling back that way tomorrow. Just hand it over and they’ll see that their king gets it.”
Frodo absorbed that piece of information as he dropped all the correspondence into his shopping basket. “Are you inviting the king to our party? I’m not sure Hobbiton is up to entertaining a king.”
“Gracious me, but you’re full of questions today.” Bilbo adopted his most teacherly tone. “The dwarves of Erebor did a lot of travelling. They happen to be very good at making tents and pavilions and we shall need some rather large ones. Off with you now, or you’ll miss those dwarves. They said they would wait for my letter but they need to be away today.”
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Some of our less well-off guests never get mail
Dear Bilbo. :)
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- Erulisse (one L)
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Aww, Donut. We'll re-read "A Long-Expected Party" together, how's that?
*Donut supposes it will have to do*
I love all the invitations Bilbo's sending! Imagine if he'd invited Beorn! Imagine if Beorn CAME! :D
It's wonderful that Bilbo invited so many Hobbits! I bet he really did make their day.
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