#Gandalf frodo keep your secrets dnd full#

He looked up at Gandalf and gave him his best scowl. Off to the side a chubby man was sweeping the path in his yard. 'Whatever you did, you've been officially labeled a disturber of the peace.' 'All I did was give your uncle a little nudge out of the door.' 'If you're referring to the incident with the dragon, I was barely involved,' Gandalf said. Never had any adventures or did anything unexpected.' 'Before you came along,' said Frodo, 'we Bagginses were very well thought of. 'I hear it's going to be a party of some special magnificence.' 'So how is the old rascal?' Gandalf asked Frodo. 'The long-expected party.' Lots of short, cubby people were putting up banners saying 'Happy Birthday, Biblo!' One women clapped and cheered. There came a fork in the road and we went right, up a hill and towards a couple of yards surrounding homes in the ground.

#Gandalf frodo keep your secrets dnd full#

We came to a small town, full of noise and chatter, and a group of older women waved at Gandalf saying 'Ooh, it's Gandalf.' He took of his hat and waved it in the air. Scarcely aware of the existence of Hobbits. 'Well what can I tell you? Life goes on in the wide world much as it has this past Age. 'You're far to eager and curious for a Hobbit.

I GET TO MEET FRODO BAGGINS !!!! NO WAY!!!!Ī little while down the road, Frodo said, 'What news of the outside world? Tell me everything.' 'Well, we must going, hmm?' He laughed and we carried on. I found her off to the side of the road in the grass with a nasty bruise on her head, and decided to take her to your home, where she can be temporarily taken care of.' He looked at me and winked. 'You didn't think I would miss your uncle Bilbo's birthday?'įun-Sized giggled and then noticed me. 'It's wonderful to see you, Gandalf!' he yelled, jumping into Gandalf's arms. I heard Gandalf snigger from the front and Mr. He had longish, brown curly hair and a totally fake scowl. I looked up to see a short, actually fun-sized, man that looked a lot like Elijah Wood. 'You're late,' said a light, English-accented voice. In the back where I was sitting was tons of fireworks, covered by a huge brown blanket so no one would know that they were there. I was in the back of the carriage with a wet cloth on my forehead. Gandalf the Gray.'Ī while down the road, Gandalf started singing loudly. 'And no,' he said, turning around, 'this is not a dream. Now come.' I uneasily started to follow him. 'You have no voice, do you, Mira Jenkins?' Would you like to come along?' I just stood a minute and then nodded a little. Seriously, does this guy see color at all? 'You have a nasty bruise on your head, my dear,' he said, leaning on a really tall, GRAY, twisted staff that looked like a lot like a giant stick. I dusted off my jeans and glanced up at him. I shook my head slightly, and he carefully helped me up. 'You are not from here, are you?' he asked. I tried to sit up, but I got a serious headache when I tried.įor the first time I noticed the old guy in a gray cloak and gray pointy hat crouching next to me.

I was in a really green field beside a road, and on the road was a carriage. I opened my eyes slowly, squinting because the sun was in my eyes. I do not claim ownership over anything in this book.