Disclaimer: The characters in this story do not belong to me, but are being used for amusement only, and all rights remain with the estate of JRR Tolkien.
It was going to explode. He’d had it for hardly any time and it was going to explode!
Someone was talking to him – calling a name. It sounded vaguely familiar… “Mithrandir. Mithrandir!”
Ah yes. That was his name now. He opened his eyes slowly, then shut them quickly.
“It is going to explode!” he said to the disembodied voice.
“This body. I fear it will explode. At the top I think… or perhaps lower down.”
“You will not explode,” the voice said, “but remember, next time you drink so much wine, the headache that comes the morning after.”