Sorry I haven't updated lately, I've had lots of school work. I still do not own The Hobbit or any of its characters. (Though I wish I did 8-D).
Chapter 2: Meeting Bilbo Baggins
It was mid-morning about a day or two later by time we reached Hobbiton. I looked around me at the cute little town with excitement. Mind you at this point in time I had never seen a hobbit, much less a town of hobbits, in my life. Suddenly, my thoughts were interrupted as the cart stopped and Gandalf said. "We're here."
"Coming Gandalf." I replied as I jumped out of the cart. We walked through the gate and over to a relatively young hobbit sitting on a bench blowing smoke rings. Gandalf blew the smoke from his pipe in the shape of a butterfly, which landed on Bilbo's nose thus catching him by surprise.
"Good morning." He greeted us politely.
"Now what do you mean?" Gandalf asked. "Do you mean to wish me a good morning or to say that it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?"
Bilbo thought for a moment. "All of them at once, I suppose." He answered. "Can I help you?"
"I am looking for someone to share in an adventure." Gandalf told the confused hobbit.
"Well, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, dirty, uncomfortable things. They'll make you late for dinner." Bilbo started checking his mail and walked in the direction of his hobbit hole, "Good morning."
"To think I've lived to be good morninged by Belladonna Took's son! As if I were selling buttons at the door!" Gandalf exclaimed in exasperation.
"What does that mean?"
"You've changed, and not entirely for the better Bilbo Baggins."
"Do I know you?" Bilbo asked us (mainly Gandalf).
"Well you remember my name but not that I belong to it, I'm Gandalf! And Gandalf means…me!" Gandalf explained.
"And I am Gwynaith Evanara." I added.
"You don't mean Gandalf the wandering wizard who makes the most excellent fireworks! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve! I had no idea you were still in business." Bilbo stated, ignoring me. I must admit that it irritated me a bit that he didn't acknowledge me.
"And where else should I be?" Gandalf questioned. "Well I'm pleased to find you remember something about me, even if it is only my fireworks."
"I'm Gwyn." I tried again. Bilbo just nodded.
"Well that's decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for us. I shall inform the others." Gandalf said whilst pushing me towards the wagon before I said anything he'd regret.
"Inform the othe-? No. We do not want any adventures! I suggest you try over the hill or across the water. Good morning."
"What a good many things he does use good morning for. Now he means he wants us to be gone and that it won't be a good morning until we do so." Gandalf said.
"You mean you, he wants you to leave. I only told him my name that was it. YOU brought the whole adventure thing up." I argued. Gandalf tried to argue with me but couldn't.
"Oh, whatever!" he said grumpily.
A/N: Sorry about how short it was. Not much of Gwyn in this chapter. It gets better I promise.
