Quietly Alasse slipped into the inn, drawing her grey cloak tightly about her slim form. My! How boisterous it was. What could all the excitement be about, she wondered.
" Pardon me sir" she said as she tapped a old hobbit on the shoulder," could you tell me what all the excitement is about?"
" Why certainly young miss." the hobbit answered quickly, " I'm suprised you aint heard already. Ther'se to be a party in just one week, and no ordinary party at that. Why miss there haint been such a party as this since old Bilbo's eleventy first such merriment as ther'll be at this'un." he chuckled. The hobbit proceeded to give a discription of all the many doings at that very famous birthday of old Bilbo, for as you all know hobbits never miss the oppertunity for a good yarn.
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