"I have lived with Unkle Bilbo, Gandalf and the Elves for so long, that I sometimes forget what life is like without magic around daily. Gandalf still has his white staff, but no longer has the white crystal to light up the night. Not that stone cold fireplaces aren't safe from a quick lightning blow."
Frodo taps his fingers on the trucks wheel as he considers Sam's request, the truck purring along almost under it's own power in the slow gear. There was little chance of running over much more than shrub oaks and desert rodents.
"I do not think that we have to find that exact same market to find the magical doors. They might also be at other markets so we should be able to find them." It was not so much a desire to see the doors opening and closing, but more to see the joy on Samwise's face as he did the opening. He turned the wheel in a wide circling manuever. "We can even use the magic cards again and buy some proper seed cake ingredients to bake some in Mister Chetan's fireplace."