“Bilbo. He brought his mother’s old recipe book from the Shire, and wants to make us all some jam.”
The noises stopped, and they heard Bilbo muttering to himself. “Bother it all! Why do elves have to be so tall?”
Elrohir peered in to see Bilbo stretching precariously towards a high shelf. He leaped forward as the hobbit wobbled, only to be hit by a cascade of heavy saucepans.
“Oh dear! Oh dear!” Bilbo exclaimed. “I do hope I haven’t given you a headache!”top