Hoary by mistrali

Hoary

"You cannot resist a tale, I know, like most of your kind – so go on. What is the meaning behind your beard?"

Círdan grinned. "How like you, Olórin, to ask me such a question. Your curiosity has not abated since I saw you last; indeed, your nose has lengthened, if that were possible."

Gandalf laughed. "I quite agree, old friend… but you are avoiding the question."

"No, not at all. Merely prolonging the answer. I am hoary, and winter has set in; one so well-travelled as yourself can forgive an old elf his wandering, surely?"

"All right, point taken!"