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[grey-fool.livejournal.com]

A wizard is never late. Nor is he early. He arrives precisely when he means to.

Which is why the front door opens at this precise moment, letting in Gandalf the Grey.

He goes to the bar and has a seat, and begins to fill his pipe.

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[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

Amanda enters the bar from the back, sweating rather perfusely, she staggres up to the bar next to this man in grey and orders herself a tall glass of water.

She glances to her left and addresses him, "Hello, I'm Amanda" extending her hand.

[grey-fool.livejournal.com]

He turns.

And bows slightly over her hand. "A pleasure, madam."

And continues filling his pipe.

[amanda-darieux.livejournal.com]

She smiles, "So you come here often?" because she was going to have to get it out of her system sooner or later.

[mogget_cat]

*A Bright Shiner very white cat idly rubs up against Gandlf's legs and purrs.*

[grey-fool.livejournal.com]

He looks down.

"A good day to you, Master Cat."

[mogget_cat]

*shedding white hair on the grey robe* No cat am I, old man.

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Giles glanced up from his work, and eyed the entrance with slightly raised eyebrows.

Hmmm... interesting if this was who he suspected it might be.

[grey-fool.livejournal.com]

He sets his hat down on the bar, and unwinds his scarf, and proceeds to fill his pipe.

He is, in fact, a weary pilgrim on the road.

[watcher-g-man.livejournal.com]

Pilgrim indeed. His curiosity piqued, he headed over to the bar.

"Good evening, sir, and I say so as a greeting." There was some hidden mirth in his blue eyes.

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

Oh God, not another one. Some sword-slinging yahoo from the land of make-believe, where people danced around maypoles and sang greensleeves.

This place was way too rife with magical happy-land types.

Harper supposed this guy was from someplace where Gelflin, the bravest little bibbet of them all saved the day by destroying the mystical jewel of Faroffshinyplace.

"The hat makes me think you're compensating for something," he said to the old timer.

[grey-fool.livejournal.com]

His head turns.

Eyebrows raised, he says, "And what might that be?"

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

"Your, eh, 'staff'--" He did quotey fingers. "--a little small there, pops?" Harper answered with a question.

Picture if you can, a child trying to light matches near an open tank of gasoline.

[fire-of-mahal.livejournal.com]

Rare and precious indeed is proper pipe-weed out of the Southfarthing. Gimli's made do with such stuff as the Bar's given him to fill his pipe, but even across much of the Bar, that scent is unmistakable. The unlit leaf is pungent enough to be noticed without having to wait for the smoke; the dwarf looks up, thinking perhaps Boromir's out and about again-

No. Not Boromir. Not even close.

"GANDALF!" the dwarf booms, hopping down from his chair and scrambling across the open floor in the wizard's direction. "Well, now, this is a surprise! Put aside your white robes in favour of the old, have you?"

[grey-fool.livejournal.com]

"Master dwarf." Gandalf sounds surprised. "And you would be -- Gimli son of Glóin?" He shakes his head. "I have ever worn grey -- it is Saruman you think of, I think."

Bright eyes narrow slightly. "Unless -- it is one of the curious effects of this place?"

[blue_ajah]

From her table, a reasonable distance from the bar, Moiraine studies the newcomer with serene interest.

[grey-fool.livejournal.com]

A woman all in blue?

Over his pipe (and through the smoke), Gandalf nods politely to her.

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie is having dinner in the bar with his wife. He goes to the bar for a new Coke.

Aaaaaand, we're staring.

Eddie's never actually read Lord of The Rings. He's heard it, John Gielgud, with skin-pop accompaniment.

Once you've seen Middle-Earth on heroin, you NEVER forget it. And here's... HIM, one hell of a vivid nodder come to life.

The Grey Wizard.

Ho-lee cow, sportsfans.

[grey-fool.livejournal.com]

By this time, Gandalf has finished his pipe for the evening.

He turns to the young man. "The last time I came to this place, there was a man behind the bar by name of Tom Joad."

[elrond-healer.livejournal.com]

And Elrond smiles his first real smile of the day.

"Gandalf. You Traveler in the night. Well-met."

[grey-fool.livejournal.com]

"And you, Master Elrond." Gandalf turns on the barstool. "I've not seen you in this place before."

[locks_it_up]

She smiles and waves from down the Bar.

Oh yeah.

She knows this guy.

[grey-fool.livejournal.com]

Gandalf looks up.

And nods. Politely.

He doesn't know her.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/]

Smeagol, by contrast, is often late. But then, he is not a wizard.

It's the smell of pipe weed that gets his attention when he comes down stairs, pulling his own pipe out of his pocket. When he sees the wizard attatched to the smell, he drops his pipe and screams.

He dives beneath a table and curls up there in the shadows, his head filled with the memory of fire.

{ooc: if you're not still here, slowtime would be fine, but I couldn't pass it up. *FANGIRLS!*}

[grey-fool.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Some other time, please.]

[puckishly.livejournal.com]

[OOC: *fangirls alllll over you*

Oh. Em. GEE.]