...The fact was that Gandalf slept with his pipe firmly stuck in his mouth; puffing away like a chimney fire out of control. He had been smoking for over two hundred years so he did not need to be awake for such a trivial task. He was dreaming but not dreams like mortals, it was more of a journey through time and space where he visited different realities or parallel world if you so wish. All of these worlds were very similar to their own but all with slight differences. Gandalf often jumped between these paralleled realities as a mean of see the effect of his potential choices in their world before he made a choice in his own world. He did not interfere with other timelines and other Gandalfs' decisions and he had countless times seen his own death play out right before his eyes. This time his dream journey would not be about him but of Frodo Baggins...Gandalf was troubled and sad...He had visited over 20 worlds and seen about 15 different choices made and they all ended in 3 different outcomes for Frodo or his friends on their journey to destroy the ring...None of them good...
...All Gandalf could see were war, death and evil stubbornly prevailing. The choice to do nothing was the worst...all good would die. The choice to strike a deal with evil in exchange for the ring ended in the deal not worth the spell that bound the contract it was written on. If Gandalf himself attempted to deliver the ring to its destruction the world would suffer the greatest of evils...it would suffer...Gandalf the evil...and Frodo and everyone he knew would die...by him... If he sent the elves with the ring they would fail and the Orc's would proudly carry the ring high to Moordor whilst eating raw Elven meat for a week, celebrating the end of Elven civilisation. Gandalf had found only one way that provided a future for all good to survive. Survive was the keyword... not to flourish...Even if evil was defeated it would still exist in dark corners and deep caves where Man could not survive and make its advances under the moonlight...forever...The battle between good and evil was as old as universe and the battle would continue long after this world was gone... on another parallel world...
...Gandalf did not want this for the little hobbit...No one as innocent as Frodo should have to carry such a burden and should not have to make such a sacrifice...once innocence is lost it will forever be... dead...Dwarfs, Elf's, Trolls, Ents and other magical creatures could not carry this burden...and Man...well, such race was just too weak..So, it all came down to a little drunken hobbit named Frodo. Gandalf was heartbroken knowing this reality...Now the trouble was to keep Frodo alive for the journey. It was no longer secret who was the ring bearer and that meant the little rabbit Frodo was now Game in a hunt where wolfs were afraid of dragons and demons and it was time for the rabbit to run quickly...Run Frodo...run.