Movie verse and addresses a loose end that has always made me sad.
I go up the Hill once a week, to trim the grass and pull the weeds. The garden’s gone fallow; ain’t no use to planting aught in it since there’s no Baggins in Bag End no more. Mr. Frodo didn’t leave no heir, you see.
The smial’s a dim, sad place, but I dust and keep the front door nicely painted. Mice were a-nibbling at Mr. Bilbo’s books; I moved them down to Number Three, though ‘twas hard to find room.
Birds nest in the chimneys, but I leave them be. At least someone’s making Bag End their home.