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His name had been Olorin, long ago.
Before he wandered the worlds of Elves, learning from them and teaching them in turn. Before they dubbed him “Mithrandir” and the Men called him “Gandalf,” this had been his name.
Today, he wore the gray pointed hat that had become his customary uniform, and he had forgotten more about the races of Middle Earth than most beings learned in their entire lives, no matter how long those lives may have been. Today “Olorin” seemed but a shadow, trailing after Gandalf as he strode across the realms of Men and Elves, Dwarves and Hobbits, growing fainter as the days darkened.
Today he felt less like Olorin than he had ever felt, but he never forgot what his old name meant:
Dreamer.