Author's Note: Not mine. In advance: I'm sorry! Please R&R!

Gandalf!

Frodo was sitting under a tree, though not his favorite one. Pippin had taken his favorite one. Not that he cared, or anything, but still…

"My tree!" He screamed in a voice hoarse from screaming. He had grabbed his favorite book to read when he was angry ("One Hundred Ways to Cook A Young Took" by Sackville-Bagginses) and hurried off to another tree. He was sitting there now, reading ("Chapter 14: Slow Roasting for Maximum Pain") when a low voice reached his ears.

"In the CIRCLE…The CIRCLE of LIFE!!!"

'Hey! It's Gandalf!' Frodo thought, his spirits rising.

He got up and hurried towards the voice. He tried to be silent, just because Gandalf was fun to sneak up on. He reached the road, and saw the cart. He smiled, and leapt out, screaming "GANDALF!"

"AAAAAAAAHHH!" Gandalf screamed in turn, falling off his cart and sending several flocks of birds into flight. Gandalf huddled on the ground for a moment, then pulled out his staff and began blasting away at various creatures, turning a finch into a turtle, a flower into a bee (etc…) before seeing Frodo and crying, "FRODO BAGGINS! If you EVER do that again, I'll…I'll…"

"Er…lets try this again." Frodo said, helping the old wizard back into his cart. "Stay here…" With that, Frodo climbed back into the trees, then leapt out again, saying, "You're late!"

"AAH! I-I mean…A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he intends to." Gandalf said, regaining control over himself.

Frodo laughed, and Gandalf did too. "Gandalf!" Frodo cried, launching himself at the old man. "It's great to see you again…" Frodo added. Then he frowned. "But, but I thought you said the next time we'd see you again would be when hell froze over…did it freeze already?"

Gandalf blushed. "Ah, nooo…but I, uh, I just thought I'd come back…ah, never mind! Tell me, how's Bilbo?"

"Well, you know Bilbo…he's invited half the Shire, blah, blah, blah…" Frodo replied rolling his eyes. "Tell me, what news of the outside world?"

Gandalf shuddered.

Frodo raised an eyebrow.

"Eh…nothing?"

"Oh, all right then!" Frodo said cheerfully. "By the way, did you know you've been officially named a disturber of the peace?"

"WHAT?! NOOOO!!!!!" Gandalf screamed again. Then he thought over what he'd just heard, and asked, "Do I get a plaque?"

"No."

"Ah, in that case…NO! EVERYBODY HATES ME! NOOOOO!"

'Cry baby!' Frodo thought.

Just then, a bunch of Hobbit children began to chase after the cart. Gandalf noticed this and began to scream. "ATTACK! THEY'RE AFTER US! HI-YO SILVER AWAAAY!" He cried to the old horse, who calmly ignored him.

"Just give them some fireworks, and they'll go away! I swear!" Frodo cried, exasperated.

"O-okay…" Gandalf murmured. He shot some fireworks, and away the children went, making Gandalf smile.

~*~*~*~

Gandalf reached Bag-End after only three more panic attacks (an all-time low for him). Frodo had been knocked off by the third panic attack, when a bird had landed on Gandalf, who mistook it for a piece of the sky and began screaming bloody murder ("The sky is falling! The SKY is FALLING!") and kicking his arms about. Frodo had been glad to go, actually.

Gandalf knocked on the door timidly. It swung open, and Bilbo came out.

"Gandalf!" Bilbo cried, launching himself at the old wizard.

"AAAAAAAAHHH!" Gandalf screamed, covering his face.

A/N: okay, that was pathetic. I have a few more ideas for the next chapter…if you review, that is! Flames, comments, suggestions, whatever! Just press the little button!