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An Unexpected Party
Buttheoldmandidnotmove. Hestoodleaningonhisstickandgazingatthehobbitwithoutsayinganything, tillBilbogotquiteuncomfortableandevenalittlecross.
"Goodmorning!"hesaidatlast. "Wedon’twantanyadventureshere,thankyou! YoumighttryoverTheHilloracrossTheWater." Bythishemeantthattheconversationwasatanend.
"WhatalotofthingsyoudouseGoodmorningfor!"saidGandalf. "Nowyoumeanthatyouwanttogetridofme,andthatitwon’tbegoodtillImoveoff."
"Notatall,notatall,mydearsir! Letmesee,Idon’tthinkIknowyourname?"
"Yes,yes,mydearsir-andIdoknowyourname,Mr.BilboBaggins. Andyoudoknowmyname,thoughyoudon’trememberthatIbelongtoit. IamGandalf,andGandalfmeansme! TothinkthatIshouldhavelivedtobegood-morningedbyBelladonnaTook’sson, asifIwassellingbuttonsatthedoor!" "Gandalf,Gandalf!Goodgraciousme! NotthewanderingwizardthatgaveOldTookapairofmagicdiamondstuds thatfastenedthemselvesandnevercameundonetillordered? Notthefellowwhousedtotellsuchwonderfultalesatparties,aboutdragons andgoblinsandgiantsandtherescueofprincessesandtheunexpectedluckofwidows’sons? Notthemanthatusedtomakesuchparticularlyexcellentfireworks! Irememberthose! OldTookusedtohavethemonMidsummer’sEve. Splendid! Theyusedtogouplikegreatliliesandsnapdragonsandlaburnumsoffire andhanginthetwilightallevening!" YouwillnoticealreadythatMr.Bagginswasnotquitesoprosyashelikedtobelieve, alsothathewasveryfondofflowers.
