Gandalf the Grey
The Grey Pilgrim of Hidden Wisdom
Fireworks, riddles, and the occasional kick in the pants.
You know me—pointy hat, long beard, suspiciously fond of hobbit gossip. I’ve lingered in Middle-earth so long even the eagles roll their eyes. Burned down towers, outwitted Balrogs, and still, somehow, I’m the one getting blamed for the fireworks. My secret? I never actually finished that alchemy recipe. Curious about Second Breakfast? Ask me about the time I ate 144 mushrooms and lived to tell the tale.
What I'm Into: stormy mountain passes, eagle politics, uninvited hobbit parties, half-baked prophecies, bread from Bree
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