hides spare pipe weed under his hat . pippin saw him do it one time. no one believes pippin.
even when heâs like- let me access my emergency stash- and pulls out a doobie from his hat. everyoneâs like âwoah such wizardryâ
it drives pippin bonkers.
will cheat at cards, chess, checkers- has been known to enchant dice to make them weighted. again, denies
just a reminder that he canonically sleeps with eyes open. iâd also like to add that he can sleep standing up. he also does do both during long meetings sometimes.
the sleeping w eyes open particularly messes with legolas. he canât handle prolonged eyecontact on a good day and now this wizard is staring into his soul and is only maybe conscious
ïżŒsleeps on his back, stiff as a board. occasionally sits up, pauses, has a brief moment of lucidity and then goes back to bed
also sometimes talks in his sleep. in various languages. sometimes legolas is certain these languages are made up, but theyâre spoken with such vigor it seems hard to believe that
you can have full conversations with him. theyâre not particularly intelligent or understandable conversations but still very interesting dialogues that he does not recall in the morning. a favored topic is the inflated price of everything.
this is particularly amazing because gandalf does not pay for most things.
often things are gifted. sometimes he finds them, and keeps them as his own. more often than not he mooches off of others, and at times, has been known to take things
not steal. if you stopped him heâd give it back. but no one really has.
he just kind of. picks up something. looks at you. and walks away with it
sometimes will leave small tokens in return,, like rocks with strange runes on them or a single feather
sometimes will return the item after days, months, or years (decades, centuries)
oh i meant to give it back but then the civilization collapsed so-
he tends to favor things shaped like other things- a tea pot that is a boot, a spoon thatâs shaped like a flower (evil evil EVIL) salt and pepper shakers that are little houses
also has a fascination with garden gnomes. will often take them âhomeâ as well. where do they go? who knows but theyâre his now
no one knows where they go or what he does with what he acquires. a running theory is he has a secret house that no one is allowed in thatâs full of weird knick-knacks
in actuality, he gives most of these things away. the garden gnomes are for tom bombadill, the weird spoons are for thranduil because he gives them to legolas and legolas HATES spoons that arenât *spoons*
arwen is charmed by crossstich, galadriel likes weird soaps and candles, (gandalf the cheese wizard doubles as gandalf the bed bath and beyond wizard.)
saruman does not like novelty salt shakers but gandalf is convinced he does and keeps giving them to him.
on that note gandalf thinks towers are gaudy and would never have one
is very tempted to set up shop in the shire. everyone is against this idea which is why he really wants to.
Disturber Of The Peace- literally loves to uproot unsuspecting hobbits for fun
most known being the baggins, but like, heâs not above standing outside the proudfoots home with a ~mysterious~ envelope until heâs batted away with a broom or very passive aggressively dismissed
heâs like a stray cat that they need to stop feeding with adventures
thereâs a list written by the thain of the shire âappropriate times to set off fireworksâ . âneverâ and âwhen given explicit permissionâ are the only two things written. unfortunately gandalf is selectively literate
he does not, ever, know what time it is. if he does he wonât tell you-at least in a way thatâs understandable to normal people
whatâs the time? âitâs todayâ okay and when is that? ânowâ thanks buddy.
what times sunset? âwhen the moon is rising.â whenâs that? âat the end of the dayâ
yk island time? thatâs wizard time. just. no sense of any sort of time passing at all. it could be an hour or five days and he will refer to it as a minute. or vise versa. you invite him for tea on tuesday and he shows up on sunday, in the dead of night, with a hand full of seashells and covered in ash. no explanations. he leaves just as suddenly as he came, with a hermit crab in your kettle and dishes in the sink. but yeah, technically, he was there for tea on tuesday.
or arrives four weeks later because you didnât say what tuesday.
itâs anyoneâs guess, including him, what he has in his pockets. four twigs, each exactly 17 centimeters long? sure. half ball of twine wrapped around a chunk of moss? why not. three tea bags, clearly used, tied together and soaking wet. a small glass bottle with strange dust labeled ânumbersâ. a single tooth. reading glasses, cracked, missing a lense with a shoelace tied around the bridge. he doesnât even wear glasses.
donât. ever. ask him for directions. he can give you them, just. in a way thatâs so alien that theyâre impossible to follow
he kinda just. goes off of vibes? like if it feels like the right distance he will do with it. itâs not miles away but that sounds right
is always right. no amount of reason can convince him otherwise
at best, youâre both wrong but still. he knew it all along
rarely knows the right lyrics to things. if heâs called out heâll just say âwell in this version..â because heâs been everywhere and is ancient so no one can really argue
picks fights with a shocking large number of birds.
randomly and for seemingly no reason, in a multitude of languages most long forgotten.
