In the morning, a young hobbit named Bilbo Baggins had been sitting down, enjoying the beautiful morning. He took out his weed pipe and closed his eyes as he made a smoke ring. Suddenly, the smoke ring began to collapse and turn into a smoke moth. The smoke moth flies into Bilbo's face, waking him from his reverie of peace. Bilbo opened his eyes and looks up surprised to meet a very tall figure. The figure had a pointy hat and long smooth greyish beard.
Bilbo didn't know what to say at first and felt a little embarrassed until he said two words to grey-bearded figure. "Good morning."
"What do you mean?" The grey-bearded figure asked the young hobbit in confusion, but with a slight happy smile on his face. "Do you mean to wish me a good morning, or do you mean that it is a good morning whether I want it or not?" He spoke very quick. "Or, perhaps you mean to say that you feel good on this particular morning. Or are you simply stating that this is a morning to be good on?"
"All of them at once, I suppose." Bilbo said confusedly and looked very bewildered. "Can I help you?"
"That remains to be seen." The grey-bearded figure said, looking at him slightly disapprovingly. "I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure."
"An adventure?" Bilbo asked quietly and felt little uncomfortable about adventures. "Now, I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures. Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable things. Make you late for dinner, hm, mm." He stands up from his bench and walks over to mailbox to see if there was any mail. He snatches the mail from the mailbox and sorts it out while clucking to himself. He takes brief look at Gandalf, and continued to remain uncomfortable while the figure stood still like a statue and continued to stare at him. Puffing his pipe in vexation, he begins to head back inside. "Well..." He clears his throat. "Good morning."
"To think that I should have lived to be good-morning-ed by Belladonna Took's son, as if I were selling buttons at the door." The figure spoke in a low growling voice.
"Beg your pardon?" Bilbo asked, looking confused of what the figure said.
"You've changed, and not entirely for the better, Bilbo Baggins." The figure said.
Bilbo was surprised for a moment when the tall figure said his name. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"Well, you know my name, although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf!" Gandalf introduced himself to the bewildered hobbit. "And Gandalf means … me."
Bilbo was thinking and began to remember something. "Gandalf... not Gandalf, the wandering Wizard, who made such excellent fireworks! Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve. Ha, ha!" He pretended to laugh a bit. "Well. Hmm, I had no idea you were still in business."
"And where else should I be?" Gandalf asked.
"Ha, ha! Hm, hmm..." Bilbo puffed confusedly on his pipe.
"Well, I'm pleased to find your remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks." Gandalf smiled and nodded his head. "Well that's decided. It will be very good for you, and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others, and in the next two days, I shall return to see you."
"Inform the who? What? No. No. No! Wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you." Bilbo exclaimed. "Not today, not-mm. I suggest you try over the Hill or across the Water. Good morning." He sighed in frustration and runs inside the house of Bag End which was built by his parents.
After closing the door, Bilbo leans against it until he heard a curious noise. He puts his ear close to the door, and suddenly felt alarmed. He quietly looks out his side window, only to find Gandalf's eyes appear in front of him. Bilbo jumps back in fright and hides behind a wall for just a few seconds. He looks out another window and sees Gandalf hurrying away singing.