Monday

By Some Curious Chance One Morning


By some curious chance one morning long ago in the quiet of the world, when there was less noise and more green, and the hobbits were still numerous and prosperous, and Bilbo Baggins was standing at his door after breakfast, smoking an enormous long wooden pipe that reached nearly down to his woolly toes (neatly brushed)--Gandalf came by. Gandalf! If you had heard only a quarter of what I have heard about him, and I have only heard very little of all there is to hear, you would be prepared for any sort of remarkable tale. Tales and adventures sprouted up all over the place wherever he went, in the most extraordinary fashion. He had not been down that way under The Hill for ages and ages, not since his friend the Old Took died, in fact, and the hobbits had almost forgotten what he looked like. He had been away over The Hill and across The Water on businesses of his own since they were all small hobbit-boys and hobbit-girls.

PS: Click on the post above and see a funny old drawing. Click on this line and see another cool drawing of Gandalf.


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2 comments:

  1. What a wonderful way to start a Tuesday morning. Thank you for the warm memories this post stirred.
    Tinuviel

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  2. Ah Pat, One who knows Elvish. May the star rise at our meeting. Tinuviel 'Nightingale' daughter of the starry twilight. Beren so named Luthien the morning star of the elves.

    Cheers~
    Bilbo~

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