'Where
am I, and what is the time?' he said aloud to the ceiling.
'In the House of Elrond, and it is
ten o'clock in the morning,' said a voice. `It is the morning of October the
twenty-fourth, if you want to know.'
'Gandalf!' cried Frodo, sitting up. There
was the old wizard, sitting in a chair by
the open window.
'Yes,' he said, 'I am here. And you are lucky to be here, too, after all the
absurd things you have done since you left home.'