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Hobytun

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‘And I heard she pushed him in, and he pulled her in after him,’ said Sandyman, the Hobbiton miller.
‘Hag y glywis evy hi dh’y herdhya y’n dowr, hag ev a’y dennas yn war y lergh,’ yn-medh Sandiman, meliner Hobyton.

Folco went home after lunch, but Pippin remained behind. Frodo was restless and anxious, listening in vain for a sound of Gandalf. He decided to wait until nightfall. After that, if Gandalf wanted him urgently, he would go to Crickhollow, and might even get there first. For Frodo was going on foot. His plan - for pleasure and a last look at the Shire as much as any other reason - was to walk from Hobbiton to Bucklebury Ferry, taking it fairly easy.
Folko eth tre wosa li, mes Pypyn a drigas. Frodo o dibowes ha prederus. Ev a woslowas rag son Gandalf, heb sywyans. Ev a erviras gortos mo. Wosa henna, Gandalf a alsa dhe Krykholow rag y gavoes, mar pe res porres dhodho, hag ev a dheffo ena kynsa, drefenn Frodo dhe vones dre droes. Y dowl- rag y blesour ha rag gul diwettha golok orth an Shayr – o dhe gerdhes diworth Hobytun dhe Gowbal Bukelberi orth toeth es.

Days passed and The Day drew nearer. An odd-looking waggon laden with odd-looking packages rolled into Hobbiton one evening and toiled up the Hill to Bag End. The startled hobbits peered out of lamplit doors to gape at it. It was driven by outlandish folk, singing strange songs: dwarves with long beards and deep hoods. A few of them remained at Bag End. At the end of the second week in September a cart came in through Bywater from the direction of the Brandywine Bridge in broad daylight. An old man was driving it all alone. He wore a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, and a silver scarf. He had a long white beard and bushy eyebrows that stuck out beyond the brim of his hat. Small hobbit-children ran after the cart all through Hobbiton and right up the hill. It had a cargo of fireworks, as they rightly guessed. At Bilbo’s front door the old man began to unload: there were great bundles of fireworks of all sorts and shapes, each labelled with a large red G and the elf-rune, .
Dydhyow a dremenas ha’n jydh a dheuth nessa. Kert koynt leun gans fardellow koynt a rolyas yn Hobyton unn gorthugher ha lavuryas yn-bann an vre dhe Bag End. An Hobytyow amovys a lagattas orto dre dharasow enowys gans lugarn. Lywys veu gans tus ankoth, ow kana kanow koynt: korryon gans barv hir ha kogh down. Nebes anedha a wodrigas dhe Bag End. Dhe benn nessa seythun mis Gwynngala, kert a dheuth dre Baywoter a-dhiworth fordh Pons Brandiwayn yn golow splann an jydh. Gour koth a’n lywyas yn unnsel. Yth esa hatt glas hir minyek, mantel hir loes, ha lien konna arghans dhodho. Yth esa barv hir gwynn dhodho ha’y dhewabrans a ystynnas dres kammek y hatt. Fleghes byghan a holyas an kert dre Hobyton oll hag yn-bann an vre. Yth esa karg a danweyth dhodho, dell dismygsons i yn ewn. Dhe dharas a-rag Bylbo, an gour koth a dhallathas diskarga: yth esa fardellow meur a danwethyow a bub eghenn ha furv, pub o libelys gans ‘G’ bras rudh ha’n run-elf.

‘ “Be off!” I said. “There are no Bagginses here. You’re in the wrong part of the Shire. You had better go back west to Hobbiton - but you can go by road this time.”
‘”Ke dhe’th fordh!” a leveris vy. “Nyns eus Bagynsow vyth omma. ‘th esos’ta yn rann kamm a’n Shayr. Res yw dhis mos howlsedhes troha Hobytun – mes ty a yll devnydhya an fordh y’n tro ma.”

That was Gandalf’s mark, of course, and the old man was Gandalf the Wizard, whose fame in the Shire was due mainly to his skill with fires, smokes, and lights. His real business was far more difficult and dangerous, but the Shire-folk knew nothing about it. To them he was just one of the ‘attractions’ at the Party. Hence the excitement of the hobbit-children. ‘G for Grand!’ they shouted, and the old man smiled. They knew him by sight, though he only appeared in Hobbiton occasionally and never stopped long; but neither they nor any but the oldest of their elders had seen one of his firework displays - they now belonged to the legendary past.
Henn o merk Gandalf, ha’n gour koth o Gandalf an pystrier, y gerda y’n Shayr a-dheuth dre vras a-dhiworth y sleyneth gans tanyow, mog, ha golowys. Y negys gwir o kalessa ha peryllussa yn feur, mes ny wrug pobel an Shayr godhvos travyth yn y gever. Yn aga breus nyns o ev moy es gwrythyer dhe’n kevywi. Henn o an skila rag gwaytyans fleghes an Shayr. ‘G rag Gwella!’ i a armas ha’n gour koth a vinhwarthas. I a’y aswonni yn es, kyn nag esa ev yn Hobyton marnas treweythyow ha nevra ny wrug ev godriga dre dermyn hir; mes nag an fleghes na den arall marnas an kottha a’ga hendus re welsa onan a’y dhispletyansow-tanweyth – i o rann a dermyn esa passys henhwedhlek.

Tongues began to wag in Hobbiton and Bywater; and rumour of the coming event travelled all over the Shire. The history and character of Mr. Bilbo Baggins became once again the chief topic of conversation; and the older folk suddenly found their reminiscences in welcome demand.
Tavosow a dhallathas klappya yn Hobyton ha Baywoter; ha kyhwedhlow yn kever an hwarvos ow tos a dravaylyas oll a-dreus an Shayr. An istori ha gnas a Vr Bylbo Bagyns a dheuth ha bos an penn-mater a geskows; hag yth esa kovyow-tremenys an werin kottha yn dann gorholedh wolkomm distowgh.

Before long the invitations began pouring out, and the Hobbiton post-office was blocked, and the Bywater post-office was snowed under, and voluntary assistant postmen were called for. There was a constant stream of them going up the Hill, carrying hundreds of polite variations on Thank you, I shall certainly come.
Kyns pell, an galowyow a dhallathas diveri yn mes, an lytherva yn Hobyton o lenwys stag, ha lytherva Baywoter a fennas, lytherwysi a-vodh a veu gelwys. Yth esa gover sad anedha ow tos yn bann an vre, ow toen kansow a vessach kortes rag leverel Meur ras, my a garsa dos.

‘I hope so. But that is another thing that makes me anxious. I have been expecting Gandalf for many days. He was to have come to Hobbiton at the latest two nights ago; but he has never appeared. Now I am wondering what can have happened. Should I wait for him?’
‘Yma govenek dhymm yndella. Mes henn yw neppyth arall a wra dhymm bos prederus. My re wortas Gandalf dre lies dydhyow. Ev a leveris ev dhe dhos dhe Hobytun erbynn nans yw diw nos, dhe’n diwettha termyn; mes nevra ny wrug ev omdhiskwedhes. Lemmyn, yth esov vy owth ombrederi yn kever an pyth re hwarva. A via gwell my dh’y wortos?’

‘But what about this Frodo that lives with him?’ asked Old Noakes of Bywater. ‘Baggins is his name, but he’s more than half a Brandybuck, they say. It beats me why any Baggins of Hobbiton should go looking for a wife away there in Buckland, where folks are so queer.’
‘Mes pyth yn kever an Frodo ma a drig ganso?’ a wovynnas Nowks Koth a Baywoter. ‘Bagyns yw y hanow, mes ev yw moy es hanter Brandibuk, dell yw leverys. Ny wonn prag y hwilsa neb Bagyns a Hobyton gwreg pell dhe-ves yn Bukland, le mayth yw tus mar koynt.

The next day more carts rolled up the Hill, and still more carts. There might have been some grumbling about ‘dealing locally’, but that very week orders began to pour out of Bag End for every kind of provision, commodity, or luxury that could be obtained in Hobbiton or Bywater or anywhere in the neighbourhood. People became enthusiastic; and they began to tick off the days on the calendar; and they watched eagerly for the postman, hoping for invitations.
Dhe’n nessa dydh, moy a gertow a rolyas yn-bann an vre, ha moy a gertow hwath. Martesen yth esa neb krodhvolans a dro dhe ‘kenwertha yn teythyek’, mes y’n keth seythun na erghyansow a livas yn mes a Bag End rag daffar ha gwara a bub eghenn a allsa bos kevys dhe Hobyton po Baywoter po yn neb le y’n gentreveth. Tus a dhallathas dos ha bos ter; hag i a dhallathas merkya an dhydhyow war aga dydhlyver; hag i a wortas an lytherwas gans mall, ow kwaytya galow.

‘Then I’ll tell you what to think,’ said Maggot. ‘You should never have gone mixing yourself up with Hobbiton folk, Mr. Frodo. Folk are queer up there.’ Sam stirred in his chair, and looked at the farmer with an unfriendly eye. ‘But you were always a reckless lad. When I heard you had left the Brandybucks and gone off to that old Mr. Bilbo, I said that you were going to find trouble. Mark my words, this all comes of those strange doings of Mr. Bilbo’s. His money was got in some strange fashion in foreign parts, they say. Maybe there is some that want to know what has become of the gold and jewels that he buried in the hill of Hobbiton, as I hear?’
‘Y’n kas na, my a vydh leverel orthis an pyth dhe dybi,’ a leveris Magott. ‘Nevra ny dylis dhodho omgemmysk dha honan gans tus-Hobytun, Mr. Frodo. Tus yw koynt ena.’ Sam a wayas nebes yn y gador ha mires orth an Tiek gans lagas angowethek. ‘Mes bythkweth es ta chet diswar. Pan glywis vy ty dhe asa an Brandibukow ha mos dhe’n Mr. Bylbo koth na, my a leveris ty dhe gavoes ahwer. Klyw orthiv vy, henn oll yw sywyans an gwriansow koynt Mr. Bylbo. Y arghans a veu gwaynyas dre fordh koynt yn tiryow estrenn dell leverons. Martesen yma neb tus a vynn godhvos yn kever an owr ha jowelys a wrug ev ynkleudhya yn bre Hobytun dell glywav.’

‘Black figures riding on black horses,’ answered Pippin. ‘If Frodo won’t talk, I will tell you the whole tale from the beginning.’ He then gave a full account of their journey from the time when they left Hobbiton. Sam gave various supporting nods and exclamations. Frodo remained silent.
‘Furvow du a varghogeth war vergh du,’ a worthybis Pypyn. ‘Mar ny vynn Frodo kewsel, my a vydh leverel orthis an hwedhel leun diworth an dalleth.’ Ev a dherivas hwedhel aga vyaj a-dhia i dhe asa Hobyton. Sam a wrug nebes penn-droppyansow ha geryow yn unn skoedhya. Frodo a besyas bos taw.

‘The wind’s in the West,’ said Sam. ‘If we get to the other side of this hill, we shall find a spot that is sheltered and snug enough, sir. There is a dry fir-wood just ahead, if I remember rightly.’ Sam knew the land well within twenty miles of Hobbiton, but that was the limit of his geography.
‘Yma gwyns a’n Howlsedhes,’ a leveris Sam. ‘Mar kerdhyn ni dhe du arall an vre ma, ni a wra kavoes le yw klys lowr, syrr. Yma koes sygh a sybwydh nebes a-ragon, mar perthav kov yn ewn.’ Sam a aswonni an tir yn ta a-ji dhe ugens mildir yn krghynn Hobytun, mes henn o finwedh y wodhvos doroniethel.

‘Still, there may be no connexion between this rider and the Gaffer’s stranger,’ said Pippin. ‘We left Hobbiton secretly enough, and I don’t see how he could have followed us.’
‘Ytho, ny vo mell vyth ynter an marghek ma hag estrenn an Gafer,’ a leveris Pypyn. ‘Ni a asas Hobytun yn kevrinek lowr, ha ny wonn fatell alla ev agan sywya.’

Just why Mr. Frodo was selling his beautiful hole was even more debatable than the price. A few held the theory - supported by the nods and hints of Mr. Baggins himself - that Frodo’s money was running out: he was going to leave Hobbiton and live in a quiet way on the proceeds of the sale down in Buckland among his Brandybuck relations. ‘As far from the Sackville-Bagginses as may be,’ some added. But so firmly fixed had the notion of the immeasurable wealth of the Bagginses of Bag End become that most found this hard to believe, harder than any other reason or unreason that their fancy could suggest: to most it suggested a dark and yet unrevealed plot by Gandalf. Though he kept himself very quiet and did not go about by day, it was well known that he was ‘hiding up in the Bag End’. But however a removal might fit in with the designs of his wizardry, there was no doubt about the fact: Frodo Baggins was going back to Buckland.
An skila Mstr. Frodo dhe wertha y doll teg o dadhelvadowwa es an pris. Yth esa tybieth dhe nebes tus - skoedhys gans profyansow Mstr. Frodo y honan – arghans Frodo dhe dhos ha bos skant: ev a asa Hobytun ha bywa yn fordh kosel dre an arghans diworth an werth, yn Bukland yn mysk a’y gerens Brandibuk. ‘Mar bell diworth an Sakvyl-Bagynsow ha gyll ev,’ nebes tus a geworras. Mes tybyansow yn kever golusogneth teylu Bagyns a Bag End o stegys yn krev, ha henn o kales dhe grysi rag brassa rann a dus. Kalessa es neb skila po fantasi arall dell allas aga brys profya: dhe’n brassa rann, ev a brofyas bras tewl ha kudhys gans Gandalf. Kyn hwrug ev omwitha pur dawel, ha ny wrug ev kerdhes a-dro dydhweyth, godhvedhys veu ev dhe ‘gudha yn Bag End’. Mes, mar pe gwayans Frodo gwiw dh’y dowlenn, nyns o dout vyth a’n gwirvos hwath; y tehwelsa Frodo Bagyns dhe Bukland.

The talk did not die down in nine or even ninety-nine days. The second disappearance of Mr. Bilbo Baggins was discussed in Hobbiton, and indeed all over the Shire, for a year and a day, and was remembered much longer than that. It became a fireside-story for young hobbits; and eventually Mad Baggins, who used to vanish with a bang and a flash and reappear with bags of jewels and gold, became a favourite character of legend and lived on long after all the true events were forgotten.
Ny wrug an flows lehe wosa po naw po nownsek ha peswar ugens dydh. An nessa disomdhiskwedhyans a vester Bylbo Bagyns a veu disputys yn Hobytun, hag yn hwir oll a-dreus an Shayr, dre vlydhen ha dydh, ha tus a berthi kov anotho dre dermyn hirra dres eghenn. Ev a dho ha bos hwedhel-gorthugherweyth rag hobytow yowynk; ha wor'tiwedh Bagyns Gorboellek, a dhisomdhiskwedhya gans tardh ha golow ha dasomdhiskwedhya gans saghasow a jowelys hag owr, a dho ha bos den meurgerys henhwedhlek, hag a vywa dre dermyn hir wosa an hwarvosow gwir dhe vos ankovhas.

Hobbiton
/ Hobytun / / /

Bilbo Baggins called it a party, but it was really a variety of entertainments rolled into one. Practically everybody living near was invited. A very few were overlooked by accident, but as they turned up all the same, that did not matter. Many people from other parts of the Shire were also asked; and there were even a few from outside the borders. Bilbo met the guests (and additions) at the new white gate in person. He gave away presents to all and sundry - the latter were those who went out again by a back way and came in again by the gate. Hobbits give presents to other people on their own birthdays. Not very expensive ones, as a rule, and not so lavishly as on this occasion; but it was not a bad system. Actually in Hobbiton and Bywater every day in the year it was somebody’s birthday, so that every hobbit in those parts had a fair chance of at least one present at least once a week. But they never got tired of them.
Bylbo Bagyns a’n henwys kevywi, mes yn hwir kemmysk a dhidhanow kesunys warbarth o ev. Ogas ha pubonan a drigas yn ogas o gelwys. Po unn po dew o ankovas dre happ, mes nyns o henna kudynn drefenn i dhe dhos yn neb kas. Tus pals diworth ranndiryow erell an Shayr a veu gelwys; ha nebes diworth yn-mes an emlow. Bylbo a dhynnerghis an gwestoryon (ha’n dus arall) dhe’n yet gwynn nowydh yn personnek. Ev a res rohow dhe oll anedha. Hobytyow a ri rohow dhe dus erell dhe’aga fennbloedh aga honan. Nyns yns i pur gostek dre vras, ha nyns esa gorfalster haval orth an hwarvos ma; mes nyns o henna argerdh drog. Yn hwir, yn Hobyton ha Bywoter, pub dydh y’n vlydhen o pennbloedh nebonan, hag yth esa chons da pub hobyt y’n ranndir na dhe dhegemmer dhe’n leha unn ro dhe’n leha unnweyth yn seythun. Mes nevra ny wrussons i dos ha bos skwith dredha.

There were many Bagginses and Boffins, and also many Tooks and Brandybucks; there were various Grubbs (relations of Bilbo Baggins’ grandmother), and various Chubbs (connexions of his Took grandfather); and a selection of Burrowses, Bolgers, Bracegirdles, Brockhouses, Goodbodies, Hornblowers and Proudfoots. Some of these were only very distantly connected with Bilbo, and some of them had hardly ever been in Hobbiton before, as they lived in remote corners of the Shire. The Sackville-Bagginses were not forgotten. Otho and his wife Lobelia were present. They disliked Bilbo and detested Frodo, but so magnificent was the invitation card, written in golden ink, that they had felt it was impossible to refuse. Besides, their cousin, Bilbo, had been specializing in food for many years and his table had a high reputation.
Yth esa meur a dus diworth an teyluyow Bagyns ha Bofyn, Tuk ha Brandibuk, yth esa nebes tus a’n teylu Grub (unnwoes gans mamm-wynn Bylbo), ha Chub (kevrennys gans y das-gwynn Tuk); ha dewis diworth an teyluyow Burows, Bolger, Breyssgerdel, Broghaws, Gudbodi, Hornblower, ha Prawdfut. Nyns esa marnas kevrenn gwann gans Bylbo dhe nebes anedha, ha skant ny wrug nebes anedha dos dhe Hobyton kyns, drefenn i dhe driga yn gornellow pell an Shayr. Nyns o an Sakvyl-Bagynsow ankovhas. Yth esa Otho ha’y wreg Lobilia ena. Nyns o Bylbo da gansa ha kas o gansa a Frodo, mes an galow o mar splann, skrifys gans ynk owrek, ma na allsons i y nagha. Yn neb kas aga henderow, Bylbo, re wrug boes da dre lies blydhen, hag yth esa gerda da dh’y voes.

It was early April and the sky was now clearing after heavy rain. The sun was down, and a cool pale evening was quietly fading into night. He walked home under the early stars through Hobbiton and up the Hill, whistling softly and thoughtfully.
A-varr mis Ebryl o, ha’n ebrenn ow klerhe wosa glaw bras. An howl re sedhsa, hag yth esa gorthugher goyeyn ow tewlhe yn kosel yn nos. Ev a gerdhas tre yn-dann ster a-varr dre Hobytun hag yn-bann an Vre, ow hwibana yn kosel hag yn prederus.

When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-first birthday with a party of special magnificence, there was much talk and excitement in Hobbiton.
Pan leveris Mester Bylbo Bagyns a Bag End ev dhe solempnya wosa termyn berr y gansves hag unnek pennbloedh gans kevywi a veuredh arbennik, yth esa keskows ha gwaytyans meur yn Hobyton.

‘Begging your pardon,’ put in Sam suddenly, ‘I know where he comes from. It’s from Hobbiton that this here black rider comes, unless there’s more than one. And I know where he’s going to.’
‘Gav dhymm,’ a geworras Sam distowgh. ‘My a woer an le may teuth ev. Yth yw diworth Hobytun a wra dos an marghek ma, marnas bos moy es onan. Ha my a woer a le mayth a ev.’

After some time they crossed the Water, west of Hobbiton, by a narrow plank-bridge. The stream was there no more than a winding black ribbon, bordered with leaning alder-trees. A mile or two further south they hastily crossed the great road from the Brandywine Bridge; they were now in the Tookland and bending south-eastwards they made for the Green Hill Country. As they began to climb its first slopes they looked back and saw the lamps in Hobbiton far off twinkling in the gentle valley of the Water. Soon it disappeared in the folds of the darkened land, and was followed by Bywater beside its grey pool. When the light of the last farm was far behind, peeping among the trees, Frodo turned and waved a hand in farewell.
Wosa nebes termyn, i a dreusas an Dowr, dhe’n howlsedhes a Hobytun, dre bons-astell kul. Nyns o an gover marnas snod du gwius ena, gans gwern ow poesa a-ugh y lannow. Mildir po dew pella a-dhyghowbarth, i a fistenas a-dreus an fordh veur diworth Pons Brandiwayn; yth esens i yn Tirtuk hag, ow plegya aga hors dhe’n sothest, i eth war-tu ha’n Pow Bre Wyrdh. Dell wrussons i dalleth yskynna y gynsa ledrow, i a viras war-dhelergh ha gweles an golowys yn Hobytun, pell dhe-ves, ow tewynnya yn nans bas an Dowr. Kyns pell, ev a dhisomdhiskwedhas yn mysk plegyansow a wlas dewlhes, sywys veu gans Baywoter ryb y boll loes. Pan esa golow an diwettha bargen-tir pell a-dhelergha, ow kyki yn-mysk an gwydh, Frodo a dreylyas ha gwevya dorn.