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[Karl19911229]

Through a few curious chance one morning long in the past in the quiet of the arena, when there was less noise and more inexperienced, and the hobbits were nevertheless numerous and wealthy, and Bilbo Baggins was status at his door after breakfast smoking an substantial lengthy wood pipe that reached almost down to his woolly ft (neatly brushed) - Gandalf got here by using. Gandalf! In case you had heard handiest a quarter of what i have heard about him, and i have simplest heard very little of all there's to hear, you will be organized for any type I of extremely good tale. Stories and adventures sprouted up everywhere in the place wherever he went, within the most extremely good fashion. He had not been down that manner under The Hill for a long time and ages, not considering the fact that his pal the old Took died, in fact, and the hobbits had almost forgotten what he gave the look of. He had been away over The Hill and across The Water on commercial enterprise of his personal due to the fact that they were all small hobbit-boys and hobbit-ladies.

All that the unsuspecting Bilbo saw that morning become an antique man with a staff. He had a tall pointed blue hat, a long grey cloak, a silver headscarf over which a white beard hung down underneath his waist, and enormous black boots.

"true morning!" said Bilbo, and he meant it. The sun changed into shining, and the grass became very green. But Gandalf looked at him from below lengthy hairy eyebrows that caught out similarly than the brim of his shady hat. "What do you imply?" be said. "Do you wish me a great morning, or mean that it is a good morning whether I need now not; or that you're feeling exact this morning; or that it's far morning to be correct on?"

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[josephtompson9]

Interesting

[hannajackson0809]

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