7. Wizards Do Not Promise
"Promise me something?"
Gandalf turns his steely gaze on the old Hobbit.
"Wizards do not promise, Gerontius. I recall telling you that once before."
He gulps, but continues.
"Then it is not me who asks, but the Old Took."
"Go on then."
The old Hobbit steels himself.
"Look after him. My grandson, I mean."
Gandalf raises an eyebrow.
The words nearly falter.
"Don't… don't let him get bored… or worse still, boring."
"That can… be arranged."
Gerontius smiles and turns back to the fireworks.
They dance in his eyes…
…and so does Took mischief.
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