Ch1. Contrast of colors, blending in.
Arrived in Middle-Earth by sea-ways the wizards soon enough found dwellings from which to hurl forth their wisdom at the aid
of all. At first Gandalf the Grey and Saruman the White took up residence in Bree, near the Pouncing Pony inn... for Barliman
Butterbur's locale held the most powerful weapon of all... gossip. Saruman the White took into his possession a tall outpost on the
far edge of Bree where most people oftenly avoided in contrast with Gandalf which enjoyed his sunny mornings in a small cottage
near the famous Inn.
Oftenly the two where seen striding thru Bree up the Great Eastern road and down the Greenway returning only by night-time.
Some say that the wizards sought to gather up all news about the great kingdoms of Middle-Earth--elves, men, dwarves even
hobbits! Wars had come to Middle-Earth, and the wise worried... and so they formed the White Council a watchtower of the wise.
In these times, Saruman the White the leader of the White Council had barely been seen in Bree. Gandalf was also worried but was
not yet interested in the affairs of elves men and dark lords. On special occasions Gandalf (which seemed to be Saruman's news gatherer),
presented himself at the Inn, in a very good mood most of the times. One sunny summer day Gandalf took of his pointy hat near the stone
doorstep of the locale when he heard a voice...
"Hello dear friend! Good to see you up to your old... hobbits again..." said Butterbur laughing like a bag-pipe.
"T'is a habit." Gandalf said with a smirk on his face.
Gandalf came out of the sun and entered the nosy candle lightened inn. He then after sat down in the most hidden part of the room
that he could find. Soon enough a small but merry fellow walked in--danced in might be a better word for it--and recklessly sat down
near the corner where Gandalf stood in wait.
The little fellow was a hobbit, well... in hobbit terms he wasn't quite that little... his birthday was quite that very day!
"A big glass of ALE!" screamed the little one as a mad man for his medicine.
"A bit loud mouthed... but then again what's a hobbit without one?" said Gandalf drawing closer to the candle.
"GANDALF!" shouted the hobbit.
"Yes, it is me... oh, dear Gerontious. You Took you." said Gandalf hugging the little hobbit as he was a pillow.
The hobbit was Gerontious Took a hobbit of grate character, amongst his fellow hobbits. He was very well known as the trouble
maker of Hobbiton, always on journeys outside the westfarthing never able to withstand his need for adventures... strolling he called it.
This seemed unfit because of the nature of hobbits that dispised to have any connections with the outside world.
"A merry birthday dear lad, even merrier than you" laughed Gandalf.
The day passed like a thought, by nightfall Gandalf and Gerontious where sitting on a hilltop near Bree overlooking the world asleep in
the star covered night. Of course Gerontious was too "tired" to walk home so Gandalf left him of at his cottage, asleep with a smile on his
face.
"What is this?" said Gandalf looking at his map filled desk.
A candle had been left alit, near to it was a letter...
"Where are you? Come to my abode this instant." The letter also bore the "S" of Saruman at the bottom right.
Gandalf immediately knew what to do and in grate haste he went for Saruman's "keep". The door was completely open and the hall was dark
as the night outside. Inside empty corridors and rooms only the wind and night reigned supreme. The sight was a bit morbid and Gandalf
started to worry. At the end of endless corridors a room lay as if in wait with all it's windows shut and it's covers pulled over. In the middle
of the room which was by coincidence the "keep" of Saruman's abode on a darkwood table lay a lit candle with a letter besides it.
It also bore the signature of Saruman "S" "Great deeds are about to happen, and mostly under our very watchful guard. Keep me informed about
everything that happens on your side. I have moved to Isengard, Rohan seek my council at ONCE."
Gandalf knew of the grate battle of the last alliance and it's outcome this being the route of his recent stridings. But he now suspects something
more horrible if it made even Saruman the White run and seek shelter.
By morning Gandalf returned to his cottage after arranging provisions for the road to Isengard, Gerontious was still sleeping and Gandalf had not the
heart to wake him so he left a letter explaining his departure it bore his signature "G".
Arrived in Middle-Earth by sea-ways the wizards soon enough found dwellings from which to hurl forth their wisdom at the aid
of all. At first Gandalf the Grey and Saruman the White took up residence in Bree, near the Pouncing Pony inn... for Barliman
Butterbur's locale held the most powerful weapon of all... gossip. Saruman the White took into his possession a tall outpost on the
far edge of Bree where most people oftenly avoided in contrast with Gandalf which enjoyed his sunny mornings in a small cottage
near the famous Inn.
Oftenly the two where seen striding thru Bree up the Great Eastern road and down the Greenway returning only by night-time.
Some say that the wizards sought to gather up all news about the great kingdoms of Middle-Earth--elves, men, dwarves even
hobbits! Wars had come to Middle-Earth, and the wise worried... and so they formed the White Council a watchtower of the wise.
In these times, Saruman the White the leader of the White Council had barely been seen in Bree. Gandalf was also worried but was
not yet interested in the affairs of elves men and dark lords. On special occasions Gandalf (which seemed to be Saruman's news gatherer),
presented himself at the Inn, in a very good mood most of the times. One sunny summer day Gandalf took of his pointy hat near the stone
doorstep of the locale when he heard a voice...
"Hello dear friend! Good to see you up to your old... hobbits again..." said Butterbur laughing like a bag-pipe.
"T'is a habit." Gandalf said with a smirk on his face.
Gandalf came out of the sun and entered the nosy candle lightened inn. He then after sat down in the most hidden part of the room
that he could find. Soon enough a small but merry fellow walked in--danced in might be a better word for it--and recklessly sat down
near the corner where Gandalf stood in wait.
The little fellow was a hobbit, well... in hobbit terms he wasn't quite that little... his birthday was quite that very day!
"A big glass of ALE!" screamed the little one as a mad man for his medicine.
"A bit loud mouthed... but then again what's a hobbit without one?" said Gandalf drawing closer to the candle.
"GANDALF!" shouted the hobbit.
"Yes, it is me... oh, dear Gerontious. You Took you." said Gandalf hugging the little hobbit as he was a pillow.
The hobbit was Gerontious Took a hobbit of grate character, amongst his fellow hobbits. He was very well known as the trouble
maker of Hobbiton, always on journeys outside the westfarthing never able to withstand his need for adventures... strolling he called it.
This seemed unfit because of the nature of hobbits that dispised to have any connections with the outside world.
"A merry birthday dear lad, even merrier than you" laughed Gandalf.
The day passed like a thought, by nightfall Gandalf and Gerontious where sitting on a hilltop near Bree overlooking the world asleep in
the star covered night. Of course Gerontious was too "tired" to walk home so Gandalf left him of at his cottage, asleep with a smile on his
face.
"What is this?" said Gandalf looking at his map filled desk.
A candle had been left alit, near to it was a letter...
"Where are you? Come to my abode this instant." The letter also bore the "S" of Saruman at the bottom right.
Gandalf immediately knew what to do and in grate haste he went for Saruman's "keep". The door was completely open and the hall was dark
as the night outside. Inside empty corridors and rooms only the wind and night reigned supreme. The sight was a bit morbid and Gandalf
started to worry. At the end of endless corridors a room lay as if in wait with all it's windows shut and it's covers pulled over. In the middle
of the room which was by coincidence the "keep" of Saruman's abode on a darkwood table lay a lit candle with a letter besides it.
It also bore the signature of Saruman "S" "Great deeds are about to happen, and mostly under our very watchful guard. Keep me informed about
everything that happens on your side. I have moved to Isengard, Rohan seek my council at ONCE."
Gandalf knew of the grate battle of the last alliance and it's outcome this being the route of his recent stridings. But he now suspects something
more horrible if it made even Saruman the White run and seek shelter.
By morning Gandalf returned to his cottage after arranging provisions for the road to Isengard, Gerontious was still sleeping and Gandalf had not the
heart to wake him so he left a letter explaining his departure it bore his signature "G".