The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring Page #4

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GANDALF:

So, you mean to go through with your

plan, then?

(CONTINUED)

13.

CONTINUED:

BILBO:

Yes, yes...it's all inhand. All the

arrangements are made.

GANDALF:

Frodo suspects something.

BILBO:

'Course he does, he's a Baggins...not

some block headed Bracegirdle from

Hardbottle!

GANDALF:

You will tell him, won't you?

BILBO:

Yes, yes.

GANDALF:

He's very fond of you.

BILBO:

I know. He'd probably come with me if I

asked him. I think, in his heart,

Frodo's still in love with the Shire, the

woods and the fields... little rivers.

Bilbo stands gazing out of the kitchen

window.

BILBO (CONT'D)

I am old, Gandalf... Bilbo looks at

Gandalf sadly...

BILBO (CONT'D)

I know I don't look it, but I'm beginning

to feel it in my heart.

CLOSE ON:

Bilbo's fingers close around his waistcoat pocket...gripping

a small, unseen object.

BILBO (CONT'D)

I feel thin...sort of stretched, like

butter scraped over too much bread. I

need a holiday...a very long holiday and

I don't expect I shall return...in fact,

I mean not to.

CUT TO:

14.

INT. BAG END -- EVENING

Gandalf and Bilbo are sitting on the Bag End porch. Below

them, final preparations are being made on the Party field.

Bilbo strikes a match and lights his pipe.

BILBO:

Old Toby, the finest weed in

Southfarthing!

Bilbo blows a perfect smoke ring and watches it rise into the

air. A tiny sailing ship with masts and sails glides through

the Center of Bilbo's smoke ring.

BILBO (CONT'D)

Ohhhh,

(smiles)

Gandalf my old friend...this will be a

night to remember!

CUT TO:

EXT. PARTY FIELD, HOBBITON -- NIGHT

BOOM! A FIREWORK explodes into the night sky high above

Hobbiton...in the shape of a great green tree with unfolding

branches. TILT DOWN: with glowing flowers as they rain down

from the branches...evaporating just above the up turned

faces of the delighted party-goers 144 Hobbits, feasting and

drinking Carts of beer and wine are scattered about, and the

tables are piled high with steaming scones and savories.

Gandalf hurries about, lighting fireworks with a blue spark

that dances magically from his staff... Bilbo is greeting

visitors. Frodo and SAM sit at a table drinking ale...Frodo

notices Sam's eyes keep flicking to another pretty Hobbit,

Rosie Cotton, sitting some distance away.

FRODO:

Go on, Sam, ask Rosie for a dance.

SAM:

(horrified)

I think I'll just have myself another

ale.

FRODO:

Oh, no you don't. Go on.

Sam goes to drain his glass... suddenly it is snatched out of

his hands as Frodo thrusts him into the middle of a passing

throng of dancers.

15.

ANGLE ON:
SAM'S HORRIFIED FACE

as he is Swept away. Frodo laughs and finishes Sam's beer.

ANGLE ON:

Gandalf as he sets alight a particularly spectacular firework

that draws gasps of admiration from the party guests.

Close on:
Bilbo is relating stories of his adventure to a

group of young hobbit children.

BILBO:

(melodramatic)

So, there I was...at the mercy of three

monstrous trolls...Have you ever heard of

a troll? Do you know what a Troll is?

Great big nasty twenty foot high smelly

things..and they're arguing...arguing

about how they were going to cook us!

ANGLE ON:
A LITTLE HOBBIT GIRL'S

upturned face...her eyes growing larger and larger.

BILBO:

Whether it be turned on a spit or minced

in a pie or whether they were going to

sit on us one by one and squash us into

jelly! But they spent so long arguing

the whether-to's and why-for's that the

sun's first light crept over the top of

the trees...and turned them all to stone!

STUNNED GASPS from his young Audience greet his astonishing

feat! Close on:
MERRY AND PIPPIN, two mischievous Young

Hobbits in their late teens. Pippin scrambles on to the back

of Gandalf's wagon, snatching up a small firework

MERRY:

(urgent whisper)

No, no..the big one...the big one! Pippin

grabs a huge rocket. CLOSE ON: FIREWORK

FUSE crackles with flame!

Merry is holding out the big rocket...he looks aghast at the

fizzing fuse that Pippin has just lit.

MERRY (CONT'D)

(worried whisper)

You're supposed to stick it in the

ground!

(CONTINUED)

16.

CONTINUED:

PIPPIN:

It is in the ground.

Merry fearfully tosses the Rocket to Pippin! The fuse

sizzles angrily.

MERRY:

Outside!

PIPPIN:

It was your idea.

Pippin attempts to throw the fizzing rocket back to Merry.

WHOOSH! The two hobbits are suddenly blown off their feet in

a shower of sparks as the rocket blasts off with frightening

power. The ROCKET ZOOMS over the Party..It suddenly bursts

apart, forming the shape of a great red golden Dragon! Fire

gushes from its nostrils as it turns back and Flies low

towards the startled crowd. Close on: Frodo watches the

Fireworks Dragon with alarm...but Bilbo is oblivious to the

Panicking crowd and impending danger!

FRODO:

Bilbo! Watch out for the dragon!!

BILBO:

Dragon? Nonsense...hasn1t been a dragon

in these parts for a thousand years!

ANGLE ON:
FRODO

As he hurriedly pulls Bilbo to the ground, just as the dragon

roars a few feet above their heads like a flaming express

train! Hobbits dive to the ground, tables overturn, tents

collapse, food flies everywhere. The fireworks dragon turns a

somersault and explodes over the hills with a deafening bang!

This gets the biggest Cheer of the night.

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