...Frodo was dreaming of the next Shire festival and some of the best quality Shire beer served down at the inn. He had been told that this year the landlord had acquired some exceptional beers made from dragon roasted hops stored in barrels made from Elven-oak tree teased by Orc's. Apparently when the barrels were in close proximity to Orc's the barrel reacted by releasing protective magic, a very sweet scent that infused itself in to the beer: when you drank it you would get a magic rush of inner piece. In the wild this magic scent would put Orc's to sleep if they came to close to oak tree and... Knock knock...knock knock...Frodo got distracted in his daydreaming.. Why is it that Hobbits always show up on my doorstep when I dream of pleasurable things he thought to himself? Have they no sense of appropriateness at all?
...Frodo opens the door and look out expecting to see a hobbit and likely a hobbit with the family name "Ramsbottom" because they often came around and asked for a lend of tobacco, and had never any intention of giving it back, but when Frodo opened the door and looked at a the height of the general length of a hobbit Frodo only saw a wall of grey robe felt ...it took him a few seconds to adjust his thinking and screamed "GANDALF" ,then launched himself forward and gave Gandalf's robe and leg a hug.
...The old wizard looked down with amusement as he slowly puffed away on his long white pipe as Frodo was almost breaking his neck trying to look straight up to get eye contact with Gandalf as he hugged his leg covered in robe-felt. Frodo let go but could not hide his excitement and was dancing around the old wizard with his big hobbit feet tapping away. Gandalf said" I take it my arrival is a welcomed sight?!." But Frodo was too happy to answer Gandalf and still the little hobbit was jumping around of excitement. Gandalf said "well, I let myself in shall I?" and then bowed down,leaned forward as he entered the small dwelling of hobbits.
...That night Gandalf and Frodo sat up all night and talked about history and the Shire, just enjoying each other's company. Gandalf told Frodo stories and facts of hobbit history long forgotten and the hobbit wars in days when hardship and greed ruled hobbits, and how the Shire over time came to be the lovely place it was today. Gandalf eventually yawned and might even have been tired of his own voice and so decided to go to bed. His horse and carriage was parked outside and Gandalf preferred to sleep in the carriage because the old wizard knew hobbit beds were way to small for comfort. Gandalf Stood up and said "Tomorrow we have much to discuss and many important decisions to make, Frodo!". Gandalf's face looked troubled and he reached for his pipe on the table and headed for the door "Good night Frodo" said Gandalf...No Reply came from Frodo as he had passed out from all the home made blackberry wine he had saved for special occasions and was now asleep over the wooden kitchen table. The door closed and the little hobbit was dreaming of the next Shire festival and drinking Elven beer together with his friends.
...Outside the house the voice of the old wizard could just about be heard from behind his carriage. He was not singing and he was not having a drunken monologue...he was having a conversation... and the only words that could be heard were...Thank ...death...fly...no time...tell...