A few weeks had passed since Sam and Elizabeth fell into Middle Earth. Elizabeth was enjoying life at bag end almost more than her sister. She was the one helping around the Hobbit hole all the time while Sam was the one exploring Hobbiton and running errands. At first it was awkward because Sam seemed more of a boy by the way she acted, always wearing pants instead of a skirt or a dress and picking fights with some of the jerks she sometimes came across but Bilbo quickly got used to it.

things started changing during one morning while Bilbo was smoking his pipe outside and Sam was reading a book on elves. Lizzie was inside working on elevenses (which was the meal after second breakfast and before luncheon) as always. Suddenly Bilbo gasped/choked on his smoke, which caused Sam to jump a bit. She looked up and saw Gandalf staring down at her and Bilbo with this mischievous twinkle in his eyes. There was a moment of silence before Bilbo greeted the wizard.

"Good morning."

"What do you mean?" Gandalf questioned and Sam snickered a bit. "Do you meant to wish me a good morning or do you say it is a good morning whether I want it or not?" Bilbo looked completely lost. "Or perhaps you mean that you feel good on this particular morning, or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?"

"uh…all of them at once I suppose." The way Bilbo said this made it seem like more of a question. "Can we help you?"

"That remains to be seen. I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure."

Sam smiled. TO be honest, she wanted to see more of Middle Earth. Lizzie did too but Sam wanted it more. Sam loved adventure. Lizzie was content no matter what. She easily adjusted to almost anything fate threw at her as long as her sister was by her side.

"An adventure?" Bilbo interrupted her thoughts. "I can't imagine anyone west of Bree would be interested in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Makes you late for dinner." While he was talking Bilbo went to the mailbox and made a big show of looking through his mail. "Well, good morning. Come on inside Sam."

"To think I have lived to be 'good morning'd by Belladonna Took's son as if I was selling buttons at the door." Gandalf exclaimed offended.

"Excuse me?" Sam had gotten up and went to stand by the door with Bilbo.

"You've changed, and not entirely for the better Bilbo Baggins."

"I'm sorry do I know you?" Before Gandalf could even open his mouth to answer Sam did it for him.

"He's Gandalf the Grey!" She said happily. She knew when Gandalf was around things were exciting.

"Not Gandalf the Wandering Wizard who makes such excellent fireworks. Old Took used to have them on Mid-Summer's Eve. No idea you were still in business."

Gandalf looked slightly offended again. "And where else should I be?" Bilbo cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Well I'm pleased to know you remember something about me even if its only my fireworks. Well that's decided. It'll be very good for you and the sisters and most amusing for me I shall inform the others."

"No. no. no, wait. We do not want any adventures here. Thank you, not today. Not… I suggest you try over the Hill, or across the Water. Good morning." Bilbo stammered before pulling Sam through the door and locking it. Lizzie came into the foyer.

"What in the world? Bilbo why do you look so flustered?"

"A wizard just asked me to join in an adventure."

"That sounds so exciting! What did you say?"

"He said no. Multiple times actually."

Lizzie sighed. "Come on you too. elevensies is ready."