Shortly after the ring has been destroyed

INT. BAG END-DAY

FRODO sits in the kitchen across from GANDALF as they drink tea

GANDALF: So you have made up your mind then? You are leaving for Valinor, with the elves.

FRODO:Yes, on October 24th, maybe earlier.

GANDALF: Ha, if you remember that is the same day you woke up in Rivendell all that time ago

Gandalf lights his pipe

GANDALF: Have you told Sam?

FRODO: Not yet

GANDALF: You will miss each other in your old age

FRODO: Yes, but Sam was just married and Bilbo is coming with me

GANDALF: Well, I will also be joining you. This world doesn’t need a White Wizard any longer. The old ways have changed, the elves are leaving, Sauron is defeated. Men are left to lead their lives happily across Middle-Earth.

FRODO: Well thats wonderful, another adventure.

GANDALF: Actually, I had something else in mind for the meantime.

FRODO: I was in the heart of Mount Doom a little less than a month ago with Smeagol at my throat. I’m not quite sure I am ready for another adventure like that.

GANDALF: This is not as serious, this is more of a business proposal.

FRODO: I’m listening

GANDALF: You see, Valinor is a blessed and immortal realm full of wonderful things, but some things from the Shire cannot be replicated even in the undying lands. I am talking about Old Toby, Longbottom leaf. It would enhance my retirement to have access to Sweet Galenas.

FRODO: Returning from the undying lands is not permitted

GANDALF: Well it has been permitted before, in the case of Glorfindel, I returned to middle earth for my mission against Sauron. I’m sure we could weasel something. It is not technically impossible for an elf.

FRODO: So where do I fit into this scheme?

There is a knock at the door. Frodo to goes answer

FRODO: Ah Sam! Come in

SAM steps into Bag end and begins to take off his cloak

SAM: Good Afternoon Mr. Frodo. I’ve brought you a bottle of Old Winyards from Southfarthing, Rose and I went overnight to visit some of the farms there. Also this, the finest of this years crop.

Sam holds up a small sack of Longbottom leaf. Gandalf’s eyes widen and his nostrils flare at the scent of it.