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Gandalf writes a letter.
Dear Radagast: I hope this letter finds you well. Many are the strange tides in the fortunes of the world, and the hands of the small work wonders in the cracks where large hands cannot, the wise wonder and the foolish folk act, while the crow flies a hundred miles as the deer runs, and the pools at the end of streams grow ever deeper...
Or...
Gandalf sneaks a moment to cwy.
Or...
Gandalf sits and ponders Life, the Universe, and Everything.
Or...
"Here I am, brain the size of a planet and they ask me to guard a Halfling..."
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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