"Let the ring bearer decide" thunders the grey wizard as the fellowship stand freezing their balls off on top of the snowy mountain pass. Frodo opts for the mines; Gandalf raises his eyebrows and Gimli cheers silently inside - and off they go into Moria. Gandalf: you must have known about the crazy demon! YOU MUST HAVE KNOWN. You're a knowledgable and reputable wizarding bachelor for god's sake. Frodo is like your grandchild, you're meant to have his best interests in mind. Obviously we know that's not the case; you're the one who set this dangerous quest into motion in the first place (much like in The Hobbit - but more on that later). You are clearly not to be trusted.
I love Stephen King and music festivals; I eat my toast upside down; I daydream about getting married probably a bit too much; and I wish every day for a pet sausage dog puppy (who never materialises – sob).
