Rowan is by now getting more than a little flustered. She watches the two dragons exchange words with awe, backing up slowly in case a battle of flame should ensue. Fortunately, the dragon she had first bumped responds with only a snarl, although a very frightening snarl it is, especially to a small, confused hobbit. Relieved but still nervous and rather disoriented, she begins to pronounce a polite greeting to the dragon and hobbit lad who have just arrived, when to her amazement the black and white dragon shrinks into a lady! Rowan is so taken aback that she can barely speak and simply nods to Gamba and Birdie. She watches again in silent awe as Birdie turns back to a dragon and then a jackdaw. What have I stumbled into? she asks herself as she nervously passes the wicker basket from one hand to the other. Then she hears an old, familiar voice.
“Sssh, lad, we like to keep these things a surprise, you know,” the voice says. Rowan turns slowly as an aged man in a gray cloak and pointed hat comes into view. “Gandalf!” she whispers under her breath, her childhood memories flooding back.
[ September 23, 2002: Message edited by: ElanorGamgee ]
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