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A letter to bilbo baggins


 

Dear friend bilbo baggins,


As i walked down the shire,everything feel like entering a fairytales world where life is simple and pleasant. The wind is fresh and friendly hobbits make you feel right at home.I wonder where gandalf must be.May be he is on farland fighting dark forces of sarun or may be battling against smaug on high mountains along with King under the Mountain,Thorin and dwarves .One day he will return the shire with his troops,will mark your door and as night falls the dwarves warrior with their king Thorin(son of Thrain II),will appeared on your door for barrel of wine of the eastland,which is hidden by you on the back of hobbit hole. They will strengthen their energy,will enjoy the meat and wine and when just in mid night time gandalf will arrive hustling on your door,you will be upset with him but you also know that Gandalf is man of good value.He will asked you to be part of his journey,an extraordinary adventure to reclaimed kingdom under the mountains.They may believe that  hobbit have a great history of burglary,but you know you are a coward and hadnot left your shire since you are born here but i will be there,promising you that this journey will life changing for you and will change lots as a person. And may be this time i will accompany you. You know what i am already excited and ready for this adventure as a fellow hobbit.
And, Bilbo, I promise that your remarkable tale will be shared with the world, for your story, my friend, deserves to be told and retold.
On some winter ,I will sit down by window of bag ends,near the firewood,watching river Shirebourn rolling and whistling swiftly on far distance and will write down story of our adventure above the clouds,up the lonely high mountains, through the shire ,into the dark Mirkwood.

Until then, my friend Bilbo, take care and may the roads always be kind to you.

Fellow hobbit
Nitesh

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