A Very Important Meeting
"Well, Primrose," Biffo piped up. "Seems to me that we need to know what it is exactly we'll be getting. If I know Mr. Bilbo, it'll be a big bash, and we'll need lots of vittles and the like."
The other hobbits nodded in agreement. Hobbit wisdom was made up largely of commonsense. That and gardening. The company could appreciate the wisdom of what Biffo was saying, especially since they'd already thought of it themselves.
"Now, I don't know much about parties," he continued, one thumb behind his suspenders as he did when speechifying. "So, maybe we should all get our heads together and someone can write out a LIST." He said this last word with great authority.
Biffo hoped he was right in assuming that Primrose at least was a lettered hobbit. Biffo could read very well, and was proud of it, but had never had the need to write anything but his name. He felt sure that Olo and his family were in the same boat, but of course there was always more to his wily uncle than met the eye. Biffo seemed to have reached the crux of his speech now, and the only right thing to do was to wrap it up. With one hand on the fine old-fashioned table for support, he continued.
"So, once we know what we need, I'm sure we could have our own provisions stocked, and the ponies," here he looked back towards Primrose, "ready to leave tomorrow morning?"
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But Gwindor answered: 'The doom lies in yourself, not in your name'.
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