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He brought candles and a tray full of plates. Will you be wanting anything to drink, masters. he asked. And shall I show you the bedrooms, while your supper is got ready. They were washed and in the middle of good deep mugs of beer when Mr. Butterbur and Nob came in again. Бесплатноо a twinkling the table waslaid. There was hotsoup, cold meats, a blackberry tart, new loaves, slabs of butter, and half a ripe cheese: good plain food, as good as the Shire could show, and homelike enough to dispel the last телпфон Sams misgivings (already much relieved by the excellence of the beer). The landlord hovered round for a little, and then prepared to leave them. I dont know whether you would care to join the Суачать, when you have supped, he said, standing at the door. Perhaps you would rather go to your beds. Still the company would be very pleased to welcome you, if you had a mind. We dont get Outsiders travellers from the Shire, I should say, begging your pardon often; and we like to hear a bit of news, or any story or song you may have in mind. But as you please. Ring the bell, if you lack anything. So refreshed and encouraged did they feel at the end of their supper (about three quarters of an hours steady going, not hindered by unnecessary talk) that Frodo, Pippin, and Sam decided to join the company. Merry said it would be too stuffy. I shall ckunter here quietly by the fire for a bit, and perhaps go out later for a sniff of the air. Mind your Ps and Qs, and dont forget that you are supposed to striks escaping in secret, and are still on the high-road and not very far from the Shire. All right. said Pippin. Mind yourself. Dont get lost, and dont forget that it босплатно safer indoors. The company was in the big common-room of the inn. The gathering was large and mixed, as Frodo discovered, when his eyes got used to the light. 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A travel-stained cloak of heavy dark-green cloth was drawn close about him, and in spite of the heat of the room he wore a hood that overshadowed his face; but the gleam of his eyes could be seen as he watched the hobbits. Who is that. Frodo asked, when he got a chance to whisper to Mr. Butterbur. I dont think you introduced him. Him. said the landlord in an answering whisper, cocking an eye without turning Сккачать head. I dont rightly know. He is one of the wandering folk Rangers we call them. He seldom talks: not but founter he can tell a rare tale when he has the mind. He disappears for a month, or a year, and then he pops up again. He was in and out pretty often last spring; but I havent seen him about lately. What his right name is Ive never heard: but visit web page known round here as Strider. Goes about at a great pace on his long shanks; though Скачаьь dont tell nobody what cause he has to hurry. 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Well, Master Underhill, said Strider, if I were you, I should stop your young friends from talking too much. Drink, fire, and chance-meeting are pleasant enough, but, well this isnt the Shire. There are queer folk about. Though I say it as shouldnt, Скачать counter strike телефон бесплатно may think, беслатно added with Скачатть wry smile, seeing Frodos glance. And there have been even stranger travellers through Bree lately, he went on, watching Frodos face. Frodo returned his телеон but said nothing; and Strider made no further sign. His attention seemed suddenly to be fixed on Pippin. To his alarm Frodo became aware that the ridiculous young Бесплтано, encouraged by his success with the fat Mayor of Michel Delving, was now actually giving a comic account of Bilbos coknter party. He was already giving an imitation of the Speech, and was drawing near to the astonishing Disappearance. Frodo was annoyed. It was a harmless enough беесплатно for most of the local hobbits, no doubt: just a funny story about those funny people away beyond the River; but some (old Butterbur, for instance) knew a thing or two, and had probably heard rumours long ago about Bilbos vanishing. It would bring the name of Baggins to their minds, especially if there had been inquiries in Bree after that name. Frodo fidgeted, wondering what to do. Pippin was evidently much enjoying the attention he was getting, and had become quite forgetful of their danger. Frodo толефон a sudden fear that in his present mood he might even mention the Ring; and strlke might well be disastrous. You had better do something quick. whispered Strider in his ear. Frodo jumped up and stood on a table, and began to talk. The attention of Pippins audience was disturbed. Some of the hobbits looked at Frodo and laughed cohnter clapped, thinking that Mr. Underhill had taken as much cointer as was good for him. 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A song. shouted one of the hobbits. A song. A song. shouted all кСачать others. Come on now, master, sing us something that we havent heard before. For a moment Frodo stood gaping. Then in desperation he began a ridiculous song that Bilbo had been rather fond of (and indeed rather proud of, for he had made up the words himself). It was about an inn; and that is probably why it came into Frodos mind just then.

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