Love Takes Flight (Kili Fanfiction - Book 1) - SLOWLY EDITING!!

Chapter 1 - Gandalf Shows Up

I stepped outside the front door, breathing in the warm fresh air. My 'master' had just finished eating his lunch and was going to lie down for a nap. Looking out at the Shire, I admired how green it was. I had wandered in a couple of years ago and was taken in by a kind Hobbit named Bilbo Baggins. I helped him around Bag-End and in return, he let me live there with him for no cost at all. Sitting down on the bench in the garden, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, soaking up the sunlight. I heard light footsteps, but thought nothing of it until something blocked the sun. I opened my eyes to see a man in a grey cloak with a pointy hat to match. He had a long grey beard and a staff in his hand. As I looked at him, he just stared at me, making me fidget uncomfortably. "Um, good morning," I said, clearing my throat.

"What do you mean? 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? Or perhaps you mean to say you feel good on this particular morning? Or are you simply saying that this is a morning to be good on?" I was so confused by what he said, I stared at him, trying to come up with a response.

"All of them at once I suppose?" I said finally. He didn't seem very pleased with my answer. "Can I help you?" I asked, wanting to retreat back into Bag-End.

"That remains to be seen," he responded, "I'm looking for someone to share in an adventure."

My eyes widened slightly, "an adventure? No. I don't imagine anyone west of Bree would have much interest in adventures." I stood up from my seat and looked up at him. He was taller than me by a couple of feet. I may be an Elf, but I got my short side from my mother. "Nasty, disturbing, uncomfortable thing. Don't want to be late for dinner," I muttered to myself as I grabbed Bilbo's mail. I'd hoped that the man would just walk away right then, but he stayed. Looking up at him briefly, I offered him another "good morning" and turned, going back up the steps to the door.

"To think I should have lived to be 'good morning-ed' by Merlara's only daughter as if I were selling buttons at the door."

I whirled around to look at him, eyes wide, "That's my mother's name. How did you know that? Nobody west of the Misty Mountains knows that."

"You've changed. And not entirely for the better Almithara," he said, ignoring my question.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" This man was starting to get on my nerves.

"Well, you know my name. Although you don't remember I belong to it. I'm Gandalf. And Gandalf means...me."

Things started to click in my head as I remembered who he was, "Gandalf? Not Gandalf, the Wandering Wizard who made such excellent fireworks? Bilbo says that Old Took used to have them on Midsummer's Eve. No idea you were still in business."

He looked as if I had offended him, "And where else should I be?" I looked out across the Shire, but remained silent. "Well, I'm pleased to find you remember something about me, even if it's only my fireworks. Yes, well that's decided. It would be very good for you and most amusing for me. I shall inform the others," he told me, turning away.

"Inform the who? What? No, wait. We do not want any adventures here, thank you. Not today. I suggest you try over the hill or across the water. Good morning." I ran up the rest of the steps and into the house, shutting and locking the door firmly behind me. It was quiet for a moment and I thought he had gone, until I heard a strange scraping noise on the door. Looking out the window, I couldn't see where Gandalf had gone, until his face appeared in the window. I jumped, moving towards the sitting room to look out the window. Gandalf was walking down the steps, away from the house.

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