William Bunce was on his way to a meeting. This hobbit shifted through the shadows of tree's nearby. He was pratically covered by the undergrowth that had sprung up from the ground; it was paticularily hard to accept, but William was walking on an old road that had been left unmanaged since the fall. Up ahead something caught his attention. There were two large men, both with clubs, sitting by their fire eating some stew and raw carrots.

"Be careful hear old chap!" thought William to himself. "They're perhaps too dimwitted to know, but still, it would be best not to cause any unecessary alarm."

And so William attempted to sneak past the men. This proved to be more difficult then one would expect. Hobbits are masters of sneakyness. In many ways, they could sneak past your right now, and you wouldn't know. The cause of this is due to their smallness, as well as their velvety feet. You may ask "Why, then, did William have difficulty in sneaking pass the men with clubs?". Twigs are the reason. The old beaten track which William happened to be walking on that night was riddled with them. In fact, it was so infested with those small breakable pieces of wood, that one might think that an official organization specifically designed for the cleaning up of twigs on old beaten roads might have been created. So, as you could imagine, the hobbit had made a series of sounds that had alerted the men. Everytime a snap or crack was heard, William had to stop right were he was, not move in any single way, and, with heart pounding, wait for the men to lose attention and resume with their stew and carrots, only to repreat this process over again. Finally, after four tries (you'd think the men would investigate), William made it pass the sentries and progressed up the hill to what was commonly known as Bag End.

Bag End was a famous place in hobbiton. It held many stories of granduer and secrecy. Many believed for the longest time that treasure was stuffed in all the halls of that place; and certianly its owner was of more disputable credentials then the legends. But as everything turned into decay and machinary (the men had brought wretched tools and machines from far off west) Bag End, for the most part, remained untouched. Of course, the unwelcomed invaders did taint the place. Men always long for more power, and, seeing how legends of gold stuffed in the very halls had not passed away when they came, provoked many forgieners on a treasure hunt. Unfortunately, it appeared that the legends were false (although, rumor had it that some people were seen leaving hobbiton with large chest's stacked to the brim with shiney artifacts). So, instead of tearing the place down, the men dugg deeper into the earth and created more rooms. My guess would be the Bag End was meant to be a holding place. Weapons and metals and tools would be placed in their; as well as foods, necessities, and anything else that would prove useful. Interestingly enough, this never came to pass. After a series of barrels being rolled up the hill, nothing else was put in Bag End; eventually, the place became remote and unused.

"There she is!" whispered William. "The least scathed thing of all the Shire! Fitting that I should meet there."

It was, rather appropiate. That the salvation of Middle-Earth would begin in the very spot that many legends and tales would find their beginings as well. But William had no more time to think about this. After looking at the moon, he concluded that he was five minutes late. When planning on overthrowing an oppressive regime, never be late for the first meeting-it sets a terrible reputation for yourself, and the complimentary doughnuts that may or may not be provided, could already be eaten. William, upon walking through the enterance and making his way down the hall, quickly concluded that there would be no complimentary things, little less a doughnut if he knew what that was.
The walls were old. The corners were filled with thick cob webs. There was even a dripping sound coming further up ahead. It was dank there. The air was moist and humid; the place looked completely unkept.

"My goodness gracious!" William thought. "What has happened?"

Neglect-that's about it.

Slowly now, the hobbit decended the stairs (oh how he hated such a thing in a hobbit hole), and made his way past some doors. Finally, a faint light appeared through the crack of a cellar door.

"That must be the place" he thought anxiously.

He extended his hand on the nob, and, slowly pushed the door open. There was a man in there, and Williams heart skipped a beat.

"Hullo? Who are you?"

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