If you can play this game....

[Ellroher]

If you can play this game, then you either have too much time on your hands, you have an unbeilevaly good memory, or you are truly a LOTR fanatic. Or it could be all three. But here's the game,

Quoteing the Lord of the Rings movies. You post a small part of a scene. And then the next person contiues it. Lets see how long it takes to quote all three movies.
(PS. Oh, we'll be quoting the extended versons. Just so we don't miss anything.)

I'll begen, although the start of Fellowship of the Ring is probably the part I know the least.

Elven talking in the back ground
Gladrial speaking, "The world is changing. I can feel it in the water. I can here it in the earth. Much that once was, is now forgoten. For none now our left, who remember."
The Lord of the Ring
Gladrial continues: "It began with the forging of the great rings. Three were given to the elves. Wisest and farest of all living creatures.
Seven to the Dwarf lords. Great crasft men and miners.
And nine. Nine where given to the race of men. Who above all else, desire power. For within these rings was given the strenght to govern all live on Earth.
But they were all of them, deseaved. For another ring was made. In the fires of Mountaint Doom, the Dark Lord Saron forged in secret a Master Ring and into this Ring he pored his curelity, his malace, and his will to dominate.
One Ring to Rule them All.
One by one, the lands of the free people of Middle-Earth fell to the dominion of Saron.

(Ok fokes, take her away.)
(PPS. If your unsure of the next line, I'll give you a hint. But there were some, who resisted. Good Luck)

[Morhin]

But there were some, who resisted.
A Last Alience of Elves and Men marched on the black lands and there fought for the freedom of Middle-Earth.
*Elrond giving orders in Elven as orcs rush them.*
Gladreal Speaking: Victory was near. But the Ring of Power, Could not be undone.
*Saron appears, starts bashing elves and men right and left. Elendil is killed.
Gladreal Speaking: It was in this moment that Isiludor, son of the King took up his father's sword.
*Isiludor cryes out, cuts fingers off Sauron, Sauron explodes.*
"Sauron, the enemey of the free peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. The Ring, passed to Isiludor, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever. But the Ring of Power, had a will of it's own. It betrayed Isiludor, to his death. And some things, that should not have been forgot, were lost."

[Arwen]

Hmmm.. Lets see what I can remember.. Gosh, you guys stole the easy bits.

*Galadriel’s Voice*

History became legend. Legend became myth. And for two and a half thousand years the ring passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came it ensnared a new bearer. The ring came to the creature Gollum- who took it deep into the tunnels of the misty mountains… and there, it consumed him.

The ring brought to Gollum unnatural long life. For five hundred years it poisoned his mind, and in the gloom of Gollum’s cave it waited. Darkness crept back into the forests. Rumour grew of a shadow in the East- whispers of some nameless fear… and the ring of power perceived its time had come near.

It abandoned Gollum. But something happened, which the ring did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable- a hobbit. Bilbo Baggins of the Shire. For the time will soon come, when hobbits will shake the fortunes of all.

*Bilbo’s Voice*

The twenty-seventh day of September.. In the year 400- by the Shire reckoning.

[Ellroher]

Yea, I know. But I've it's these little parts that always give me trouble. Let me see....

*Bilbo's voise as he writes*
There and back again. A hobbits tale. By Bilbo Baggins.
*He sighes and says* Now, where to begin? Ah yes.
*Dips quill in ink and writes* Conserning Hobbits
Hobbits are largely unheard of to the world at large. Not concerning themselves in the affairs of the big people.
*kNock at door. Bilbo yells* Frodo! Someone at the door!
Now, it has been said that hobbits only real passon is in food. Now it is true that we do have a love of good food. And of ale, and the smoking of pipe-weed, an art which we have perfected. But where are hearts truly lie, is in peace. And good tilled earth. But of course, there is nothing wrong with celebrating a simple birthday.
*Another knock at the door.* Frodo! The Door!
*Knocking continues* Frodo! Where has he gone?


I know I missed some things. But my mind is shot right now. So, sorry.

[Arwen]

.. lol. I had to watch the movie again to rekindle my memory. I mean watching the scene three or four times over…

*Bilbo’s Voice*

For all hobbits share a love of things that grow. And yes, no doubt our ways seem quaint. But today, of all days, is brought home to me- it is no bad thing to celebrate a simple life. *There is a knock at the door* Frodo! The door. *Another knock* Sticklebacks- where is the boy?-Frodo.

*Frodo*

You’re late.

*Gandalf*

A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early- he arrives precisely when he means too.

--they both laugh--

*Frodo*

It’s great to see you again, Gandalf.

*Gandalf*

You didn’t think I’d miss your uncle Bilbo’s Birthday?

---- a moment passes… they’re travelling in the cart.

So, how is the old rascal? I heard it is going to be a party of special magnificence.

*Frodo*

You know Bilbo… he has the whole place in an uproar.

*Gandalf*

-chuckles- Well, that should please him.

*Frodo*

Half the shire’s been invited- and the rest of them are turning up anyway.

*Bilbo*

And so, life in the Shire goes on. Very much as it has the past age. Full of its own comings and goings, with change coming slowly- If it comes at all! For things are made to endure, passing from one generation.. To the next. There’s always been a Baggins living under the hill… in Bag End… and there always will be.

[Ellroher]

*Frodo*
He's been acting strange lately. Well, more than normal. He spends hours pondering over old maps when he thinks I'm not looking.

*Bilbo*
Where is it? Begins franticly searching. Throws papers, makes a mess. Finally, his hand reaches in his pocket and he pulls out the One Ring.

*Frodo*
He's up to something. Looks over at Gandalf who looks ahead. Alright then! Keep your secrets.

*Gandalf*
Good gracious me!?!

*Frodo*
Until you came along we Baggins's were very well thought of.

*Gandalf nodes* Indeed

*Frodo* Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected.

*Gandalf* If your referring to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved. All I did was, give your uncle a little nudge out of the door.

*Frodo*
Well, whatever you did, you have been afishaly labeled a 'disturber of the peace'.

*Gandalf* Oh really?

They continue riding along. Suddenly a little hobbit lass runs across the roof of her house shouting Gandalf! It's Gandalf!
Then the call is taken up by half a dozen children who go running by an older hobbit sweeping his porch and his wife. The children cry out. Fireworks Gandalf! Fireworks!
But the cart continues to roll along. The children lower their heads and all let out a depressing, Ohhhhhh. When suddenly, fireworks start shooting out the back of the cart to the delight of the children. Hurayyyyyyyy
Frodo looks at Gandalf who begins chuckling to himself. The older hobbit also laughs at the fireworks until his wife gives him a glare.

*Frodo, as he hops off the cart*
Gandalf, I'm glad your back.

*Gandalf*
So am I dear boy. So am I.

[Arwen]

Well, Frodo has left the cart. Gandalf arrives at Bag End and knocks on the door.

*Bilbo*

No thankyou! We don’t want anymore visitors.. well wishers… or distant relations!

*Gandalf*

What about a very old friend?

*Bilbo*

Gandalf?!

*Gandalf*

Bilbo Baggins.

*Bilbo*

My dear Gandalf!

*Gandalf*

Good to see you, Bilbo! A hundred and eleven years old- who would believe it? You haven’t aged a day!

*Bilbo*

Come in! Come in! Tea? Or maybe something stronger? I have a few bottles of the old Winyard. 1296- a very good year- almost as old as I am!

--hangs up Gandalf’s coat

What say we open one, eh?

*Gandalf*

Just tea thankyou.

*Bilbo*

I was expecting you sometime last week. Not that it matters- you come and go as you please. Always have done, and always will I suppose. You caught me unprepared, I’m afraid. We have some cold chicken and a pickle… and there is some cheese- oh no! That won’t do at all…. Not much for afters I’m afraid. Oh no- we are all right! - I’ve found some sponge cake. I could make you some eggs, if you like?

*Gandalf*

Just, tea thankyou.

[Morhin]

Bilbo=B
Gandalf=G

B: Oh, right. You don't mind if I do? (Putting a peace in his mouth as he asks)

*Knock at door and someone yells* Bilbo! Bilbo Baggins!

B: (Bilbo hides against wall and whispers to Gandalf.) I'm not at home! (Takes peek around corner.) Sackville Baggins. They've never forgiven me for living this long. I sick of it! People hammering on the bell all day! Never giving me a moment of peace! I want to see mountains again Gandalf, mountains. And then find someplace quite where I can finish my book. Oh, tea.

G: So you mean to go through with your plan?

B: Yes, yes. All the arrangements have been made.

G: Frodo suspects something.

B: Of course he does. He's a Baggins. Not some grace-girl from Hardbuttal.

G: You will tell him won't you? He's very fond of you.

B: I know. He'd probably go with me too if I asked him. I think in his heart Frodo still loves the Shire. I am 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 that has been scraped over too much bread. I need a holiday. A long holiday. And I don't when I shall return. In fact I mean not to.

(Later that day, Bilbo and Gandalf our sitting outside. Smoking and talking.)

B: Old Toby. The finest pipe weed in the South Farthing. (He blows a great smoke ring. Gandalf, blows a breath of smoke, which turns into a ship and sails through Bilbo's ring.)
Gandalf my old friend. This will be a night to remember.

[Ellroher]

G: Gandalf F: Frodo B: Bilbo S: Sam P: Pippin M: Merry

(Fireworks bust in the sky and come raining down like golden flowers. Hobbits laughing, dancing, eating, drinking. Bilbo is walking about greeting people. Sam looks at Rose Cotton sheepishly when Frodo pats his friend)

F: Go on Sam. Ask Rosie for a dance. (Sam looks unsure)

S: I think maybe I'll just have another ale.

F: Oh no you don't. Go one!

(Gives Sam a shove toward Rosie. She grabs Sam and begins to dance with him. Frodo starts laughing. Gandalf launches another great firework. Bilbo has gathered around him a group of young hobbits and is telling him about his adventures with the trolls.)

B: So there I was. At the mercy of three, monstrous trolls. And they were all arguing amounst themselves, about how they were going to cook us. Weather we should be turned on a spit or weather they should sit on us one by one and squash us into jelly. (Little hobbit gasps.) Well they spent so much time arguing over the 'weather to's' and the 'why for's' that suns first light crept over the top of the trees.....PUFF (All hobbit children gasp.) And turn them all to stone.

(Gandalf laughs as he pulls out more fireworks from his cart. Then Merry and Pippin appear. Merry gives Pippin a bust into the cart. Gandalf has just lit a firework for the hobbit children. Yellow butterflies go flying around as excited children try to ketch them. Pippin grabs a firework)

M: No, no, no. The Big one! Big one!

(Pippin grabs a huge, dragon shaped one and they go running off.)




Those two are me and my brother

[Arwen]

lol… fortunately I only have sisters- but we get up to some pretty impish behaviour as well.

--screen pops over t Bilbo- where he is greeting guests--

*Bilbo*

Mrs Bracegirdle. How very nice to see you. Welcome- welcome! Are these all your children?

--Bracegirdle nods--

*Bilbo*

By god- you have been productive.

*Off-stage voice*

Bilbo??!!!

*Bilbo*

--gasps--

Sackville Baggins… Quick-hide!

--grabs Frodo and both hide in a tent--

…thankyou… my boy… You’re a good lad Frodo. I’m very selfish you know. Yes, yes indeed I am. Very selfish. I don’t know why I took you in, after your mother and father died- it wasn’t out of charity though. I think… well, out of all the numerous relations you showed real… eh… spirit.

*Frodo*

Have you been at Gaffer’s home brew again, Bilbo?

*Bilbo*

No- well yes.. But that is beside the point. The point is Frodo- my lad…you’ll… you’ll be aright.

[Ellroher]

G: Gandalf B: Bilbo F: Frodo M: Merry P: Pippin

(Merry and Pippin inside tent. Pippin lights the huge rocket.)
P: Done.

M: Your suppose to stick it in the ground. (Pushes rocket toward Pippin)

P: It is in the ground! (Pushes rocket toward Merry)

M: Outside! (Pushes rocket back toward Pippin)

P: This was your idea!

(Rocket goes off. Taking the tent with it and leaving two very shocked and filthy hobbits. All hobbits start clapping as the rocket sours. But then start to panic when it sprouts wings and begins to fly toward them. Hobbits start running and falling over tables.)

F: Bilbo! Bilbo, watch out for the dragon!

B: Dragon? Nonsense. There hasn't been a dragon in these parts for a thousand years.

(Frodo drags Bilbo to the ground as dragon flyes over head. It flyes over the hills and then bursts into a grand show. Hobbits begin to clap and cheer.)

M: That was good.

P: Lets get another one.

Both Merry and Pippin: Ow! Ow! Ow! (Gandalf comes up behind them and grabs their ears.

G: Merryadoc Brandybuck. And Perigrim Took. I might of known.

[Arwen]

--Hobbits are gathering under the Big Tree--

*Hobbits in union*

Speech, Bilbo, Speech!!

*Frodo*

Bilbo- Speech!

*Bilbo*

My dear Bagginses, Boffins, Tooks, Brandybucks,

--cheers from the crowd--

Grubbs, Chubbs, Hornblowers

--more cheers from the crowd--

Bracegirdles and Proudfoots

*Hobbits*

Proudfeet!

*Bilbo*

Today is my 111-11th birthday!

*Hobbits*

Happy Birthday!!

*Bilbo*

Eleventy one years in short. Far too short a time to live among honourable folk such as you hobbits. I don’t quite know half as you- as well as I should… and I like less than half of you as well as you deserve.

--silence.. Gandalf laughs--

I… well… I, uh- have… some things to do

--starts playing with the ring in his pocket--

I regret to announce my fellow hobbits- that this is the end. I am going now- I bid you all a very fond farewell- Goodbye!

--Bilbo disappears and there is a communal gasp from the hobbits--

[Morhin]

B: Bilbo G: Gandalf

Bilbo reappears inside his home. He begins to get his things to head out when suddenly Gandalf appears.

G: I suppose you think that was terribly clever?

B: Oh, come now Gandalf. Did you see there faces?

G: There are many magic rings in this world Bilbo and none of them are to be taken lightly.

B: It was just a bit of fun. Oh, your probably right. As usual. You will keep an eye on Frodo now won't you?

G: Two eyes. As often as I can spare them.

B: I'm leaving everything to him.

G: What about this ring of yours? Does it stay too?

B: Yes, yes. It's in an envelope over there on the mantel peice... No wait. It's, its, here in my pocket. Isn't, isn't that odd Gandalf? But after all why not? Why shouldn't I keep it?

G: I think that you should leave the ring behind Bilbo. Is that so hard?

B: Well no. And yet? Now that it comes right down to it. I don't feel like parting with it. It came to me!

G: There's no reason to be angry.

B: Well if I'm angry its your fault! It's mine. My own. My...Precious.

G: Presious? It's been called that before, but not by you.

B: What business is it of yours what I do with my own things?!

G: I think you've had that ring quite long enough.

B: You want it for yourself.

Suddenly the room darkens and Gandalf seems to grow in size
G: BILBO BAGGINS!!! Do not take me for some conjure of cheap tricks! I am not trying to rob you. The room becomes light again and in a soft, compassion voice Gandalf says I'm trying to help you.

B: Oh Gandalf. The hobbit runs and hugs his closest friend

G: Trust me, as you once did. Let it go.

B: Your right. It's time to move on. Well, its late and the rode is long. Yes, it is time. Starts to walk out the door

G: Bilbo. The ring is still in your pocket.

B: Oh, right. Bilbo slowly draws the ring out and with great reluctance, drops the ring on the ground and walks outside
I've thought up an ending for my book. "And he lived happily ever after. To the end of his days."

G: And I'm sure you will.

B: Good bye Gandalf. Bilbo walks off singing: The rode goes ever on and on, down from the door where it began......

[Arwen]

--Sometime after--

*Frodo*

Bilbo Bilbo!!

*Gandalf*

My Precious…. Precious

*Frodo*

He is gone, hasn’t he? He talked about leaving for so long- I never actually thought he’d do it… Gandalf?

*Gandalf*

Hmmm… Bilbo’s ring.

--places ring in Frodo’s hand--

He is gone to Rivendell to spend sometime with the elves. He’s left you Bag End… along with all his possessions. The ring is yours, but put it somewhere out of sight.

*Frodo*

..b-… where are you going?

*Gandalf*

There are some things that must be seen to.

*Frodo*

…well, what things?

*Gandalf*

Questions! Questions that need answering!

*Frodo*

..b… but you just arrived- I don’t understand.

*Gandalf*

Neither do I… Keep it secret… Keep it safe.

--Gandalf leaves--

[Ellroher]

Mordor, the dark tower. From inside there are screems of pain and agany.
Then two words are screemed out. Shire! Baggins!
Suddenly a great door opens and nine black clad riders ride out.

Gandalf rides up to Minis Tirith and goes through records. Finaly he finds the one he is looking for. It is a parchment by Isiuldor about the one ring.

He now is the account of Isiuldor, high King of Gondor in the year 3434. This thing which as come to me will be an arlome of my house, all of my bloodline shall be bond to it's fate for I will risk no other. It is precious to me. The markings on the band have begun to fade. The symbles on it that were once as clear as red flame are all but disapeared. A sectit now that only fire can tell.

A rider rides up to a hobbit who is choping wood outside his house. A dog begins barking at him then runs inside wimpering. The black clad rider hisses, "Shire..... Bagginsssss"
The hobbit stamers, "There are no Baggins' here, they all live up in Hobbiteon. That way." He runs inside and shuts the door as the dark rider rides off.

From inside a hobbit inn, singing can be heard.
Merry and Pippen singing.
Hey! Ho! To the bottle I go
To heal my heart and drown my woe
Rain may fall and wind may blow and there still be...
A many miles to go!
Sweet is the sound of the falling rain
and the stream that falls from hill to plain
Better than rain, or repling broke
Is a mug of beer inside this Took!