[i]My Dear Frodo,[/i]
[i]You asked me once, if I had told you everything there was to know about my Adventures. And whilst, I can honestly say. I have told you the truth...I may not have told you, all of it. I am old now Frodo. I am not the same Hobbit, I once was. I think, it is time for you know...what really happened.
It began long ago. In a land, far away to the East. In like, you will not find in the world today....[/i]

As the elderly Hobbit, sat. He began to reminisce about his adventure back in his youth. Writing everything down, into a leather bound book. So that one day, his dear nephew Frodo. Would know his tales and achievements.
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[i]60 Years earlier....[/i]

It was a bright, sunny day in the Shire. Bilbo Baggins, was outside of his comfortably, cozy home. Sitting on a bench, as he enjoyed the fresh air. Puffing on his Pipe, as he basked in the sunlight. Feeling free, with no worries and no things to disturb him. But that day...it began with the awkward visit from Gandalf. The Grey Wizard. His eyes had been closed, not seeing whom had walked in front of him that very moment.
He chocked on the smoke...as it re-entered his mouth and nose. "Good Morning." The Hobbit, greeted the stranger with a slight awkwardness.
"What do you mean?" The tall, cloaked man asked. "Do you mean to wish me good morning, or do you mean it is a good morning, Wether I want it or not? Or Perhaps you mean to say, you feel good on this Particular Morning? Or are you simply stating, that this is a morning to be Good On?"

Bilbo had stopped puffing on his pipe. Watching the Wizard with a slight awkward, maybe a little bit confused expression. "All of them, at once I suppose." he muttered after a while. After taking a puff, he asked. "May I help you?"
"That remains to be seen.." The Wizard Spoke "I am looking for someone to share, in an Adventure."
"An Adventure? I Don't imagine, anyone west of Bree would be interested in one of those." Bilbo rose an eyebrow, standing up. He walked over to his post box, pulling out a few letters. "Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. You'd be late for dinner..." he scoffed, before he began to look through his mail, puffing, grunting and nodding at the envelopes, as he looked them over.