Hi, so here's the second chapter. They may come once per week, depending hw much I work on them. The more you review this story, the more I'll try to finish it!

I don't own any of the characters nor stories.

- Chapter Two: Good morning -

Bilbo was sitting quietly in his garden, eyes closed as he puffed some Old Toby and enjoyed the warm day of summer. Suddenly, he felt a strong gust of smoke on his face and wondered if the wind had blown back his last puff. He coughed a bit and opened his eyes, and quickly took notice of the large grayish figure looming just beyond his gate.

-'Good morning.' He said.

-'What do you mean? Do you wish me a good morning or do you mean it is a good morning whether I want it or not? Or perhaps you mean to say you feel good on this particular morning or are you implying it is a morning to be good on?'

-'... All of them at once I suppose.' He answered the odd serie of questions, as he took in the traveler.

He was a tall old man, with grayish robes and an odd looking hat. His grey beard covered half of an old wrinkly face with two dark eyes looking at him intensely. He was leaning on a tall staff, and the hobbit thinks he spotted a stone at it's top, but quickly returned his attention to the man, who simply stared silently. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, Bilbo then asked him:

-'Can I help you?'

-'That remains to be seen.' The old stranger said mysteriously. 'I am looking for someone to share in an adventure.'

Bilbo's mouth dropped open in confusion and shock. Was he offering..? No, no, no. That wouldn't work, that wouldn't work at all.

-'An adventure? No, I don't think anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures.' He said as he stood to go get his mail. 'Nasty, dirty, uncomfortable things. Make you late for diner.'

And changes you into a woman if you're not careful. He thought as he looked through his letters, trying to look busy. Since the old man did not move, the hobbit tried to end the conversation with a curt "Good morning" and tried to return inside.

-'To think I would've lived to be "good morninged" by Belladonna Took's son as if I were selling buttons at the door.' He sais and Bilbo froze at the mention of his mother as turned to look at the man in shock.

-'Pardon me?'

-'You've changed. And not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins.'

-How does he know my..? 'I'm sorry, do I know you?' The hobbit asked, very much tired of all this mystery.

-'Well you know my name although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf, and Gandalf means... me.' The gray man said as Bilbo slowly started to remember.

-'Gandalf... Not Gandalf the wandering wizard who had such beautiful fireworks? Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve!' He exclaimed, remembering the many nights he spent in his youth looking at the colourful explosions with awe. 'No idea you were still in business.'

-'And where else should I be?' The wizard asked with a frown and Bilbo chose not to answer that. 'Well, I am pleased you remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks. Well then, it's decided! It shall be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others.' He said as he began leaving

-Others? What is he..? 'What? No! No, no, no, no, no!' The hobbit exclaimed, and the wizard stopped. 'We do not want any adventures here! Thank you! I suggest you try over the hill or across the water!' He said, making it very clear he wanted none of this adventure. 'Good morning!'

With that, he entered his smial and locked the door, sighing in relief. An adventure would surely only end in disaster and his curse would surely be out of control. None of that, thank you very much. He was about to leave when he heard some odd scrapping sound. Pressing his ear against the door, he tried to determine what in the world the wizard was doing, and then peeked out his window to see. When the old man's face appeared right in front of his, Bilbo ducked to the side, breathing loudly. He then went to another window, in his main room, and spotted the wizard walking down the path and away from his home. Confused, he decided to simply ignore it and forget this entire encounter.

When he ended up with a bunch of dwarves devouring everything in his pantry, sometime later, he deeply regretted it.

Please review and tell me what you think. I know it's not very different from the original, but it'll get there.