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A young teenage girl sat in the meadow, peacefully. Her blonde-hair swayed against the wind. She was a free spirit stuck, within the walls of her own home. The girl was, but a lowly hobbit.
Suddenly, there revealed a stranger with a pointy hat walking towards her home. "Who could thy stranger be?" Irene whispered. Her eyes were filled with wonder of the stranger.
Irene Baggins was a strange girl. She took mostly after her mother. Though, it was strange how her hair resembled that of gold. Irene lived to wander the world of adventure.
Her world revolved around a hole in the ground and her grouchy brother, Bilbo Baggins. It would all change with this wondrous stranger.
Bilbo was sitting against his bench, smoking from an old pipe. He was very respectable hobbit always on time, never late. The hobbit blew out rings of smoke. Until, he was interrupted.
"Good morning." Bilbo greeted.
"What do you mean? Do you wish me a 'good morning', or believe it is a 'good morning' even though I do not want it to be? Or, perhaps you feel good this morning?" The wizard said.
"I guess, he means all of them, sir." Irene joined in. She was busy trying to get the wrinkles out of her night gown. The woman had a tendency to run around in her night attire. Which folks thought was odd for a lady her age.
"Can we help you with something?" Bilbo added. The wizard hummed to himself. Irene thought the stranger was familiar. "I'm looking for someone to share an adventure." The stranger said.
'An adventure?!' Irene thought. Her pretty blue eyes sparkled at the notion. Bilbo huffed at the word. "Adventure? I don't think anyone west of here would join you." He motioned.
"Brother, is not wrong, sir. Folk think it's odd here." Irene mumbled. Bilbo attempted to grab his mail and sister in tow, hoping to end the conversation with the stranger.
"To think, I would be 'good morning' by Belladonna Took's children. You've changed. Where were the spirited young hobbits I knew as children?" The wizard announced.
"Hmm, wait? Gandalf!" Irene shouted, excitedly. The wizard used to create excellent fireworks at the festivals. "Well, at least your sister remembers that I belong to my name." Gandalf said.
"Gandalf! The wondering wizard, who created excellent fireworks. I didn't know you were still in business." Bilbo pointed out. Gandalf eyebrow furrowed at the last notion.
"Where should I be?" Gandalf said. Irene snickered a bit. Her brother could be a bit rude sometimes. "Well, it's decided." Gandalf pointed at the siblings.
