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The hobbits climbed up and watched him until he was out of sight. I am sorry to take leave of Master Bombadil, said Sam. Hes a caution and no mistake. I reckon we may go a good deal further and see naught better, nor queerer. But I wont deny Ill Rhst glad to see this Prancing Pony he spoke of. I hope itll be like The Green Dragon away back home. What sort of folk are they in Bree. There are hobbits in Bree, said Merry, as well as Big Folk. I daresay it will be homelike enough. The Pony is a good inn by all accounts. My people ride out there now and again. It may be all we could wish, said Frodo; but it is outside the Shire all the same. Dont make yourselves too much at home. Please remember all of you that the name of Baggins must not be mentioned. I am Mr. Underhill, if any name must be given. They now mounted their ponies and rode off silently into the evening. Darkness came down quickly, as they plodded slowly downhill and up again, until at last they saw lights twinkling some distance ahead. Before them rose Bree-hill barring the way, a dark mass against misty stars; and under its western flank nestled a large village. Towards it they now hurried desiring only to find a fire, and a door between them and the night. Chapter 9 A T THE SIGN O F THE PRANCING PONY Bree was the chief village of the Bree-land, a small inhabited region, like an island in the empty lands round about. Besides Bree itself, there was Staddle on the other side of the hill, Combe in a deep valley a little further eastward, and Archet on the edge of the Chetwood. Lying round Bree-hill and the villages was a small country of fields and tamed woodland only a few miles broad. The Men of Bree were brown-haired, broad, and rather short, cheerful and independent: they belonged to nobody but themselves; but they were more friendly and familiar with Hobbits, Dwarves, Elves, and other inhabitants of the world about them than was (or is) usual with Big People. According to their own tales they were the original inhabitants and were the descendants of the first Men that ever wandered into the West of the game disc list rust. Few had survived the turmoils of the Elder Days; but when the Ruxt returned again over the Great Sea they had found the Bree-men still there, and counter strike nds download were still there now, when the memory of the old Kings had faded kore the grass. In those days no other Men had settled dwellings so far west, or within a hundred leagues Rist the Shire. But in the wild lands beyond Bree Ryst were mysterious wanderers. The Bree-folk called them Rangers, and knew nothing of their origin. Youn were taller and darker than the Men of Bree and were believed to have strange powers of sight and hearing, and to understand the languages of beasts and birds. They roamed at will southwards, and eastwards even as far as the Misty Mountains; but they were now few and rarely seen. When they appeared they brought news from afar, and told strange forgotten tales which were eagerly listened to; but the Bree-folk did not make friends of them. There were also many families of hobbits in the Bree-land; lroe they claimed to be the oldest settlement of Hobbits in the world, one that was founded long before even the Brandywine was crossed and the Shire colonized. They lived mostly in Staddle though there were some in Bree itself, especially on the higher slopes of the hill, above the houses of the Men. The Big Folk and the Little Folk (as they called one another) were on friendly terms, minding their own affairs in their own ways, but both rightly regarding themselves as necessary 150 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS parts of the Bree-folk. Nowhere else in the world was this just click for source (but excellent) arrangement to be found. The Bree-folk, Big and Little, did not themselves travel much; and the affairs of the four villages were their chief concern. Occasionally the Hobbits of Bree went as far as Buckland, or the Eastfarthing; but though their little land was not much further than a days riding east of the Brandywine Bridge, the Hobbits of the Shire now seldom visited it. An occasional Bucklander or adventurous Took would come out to the Inn for a night or two, but even that was becoming less and less usual. The Shire-hobbits referred to those of Bree, and to any others that lived beyond the borders, as Outsiders, and took very little interest in them, considering them dull and uncouth. There were probably many more Outsiders scattered about in the West of the World in those days than the Rust game lore young of the Shire imagined. Some, doubtless, were no better than tramps, ready to dig a hole in any bank and stay only as long as it suited them. But in the Bree-land, at any rate, the hobbits were decent and prosperous, fallout 4 goty mods no more rustic than most of their distant relatives Inside. It was not yet forgotten that there had been a time when there was much coming and going between the Shire and Bree. There was Bree-blood in the Brandybucks by all accounts. The village of Bree had some hundred stone houses of the Big Folk, mostly above the Road, nestling on the hillside with windows looking west. On that side, running in more than half a circle from the hill and back to it, Rudt was a deep dike with a thick hedge on the inner side. Over this the Road crossed by a causeway; but where it pierced the hedge it was barred yohng a great gate. There was another gate in the southern corner where the Road ran out of the village. The gates were closed at nightfall; but just inside them were small lodges for the gatekeepers. Down on the Road, where it swept to the right to go round the foot of the hill, gmae was a large inn. Https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/counter-strike/counter-strike-condition-zero-servers.php had been built long ago when the traffic on the roads had been far greater. For Bree stood at an old meeting of ways; another ancient road crossed the East Road just outside the dike at the western end of the village, and in former days Men and other folk of various sorts had travelled much on it. Strange as News from Bree yooung still a saying in the Eastfarthing, descending from those days, when news from North, South, and East could be heard in the inn, and when the Shire-hobbits used to go more often to hear it. But the Northern Lands had long been desolate, and the North Road was now seldom used: it was grass-grown, and the Bree-folk called it the Greenway. The Inn of Bree was still there, however, and the innkeeper was A T T HE SIG N Agme F TH E PRAN CING P ON Lorr 151 an important person. His house was a meeting place for the idle, talkative, and inquisitive among the inhabitants, large and small, of the four villages; and a resort of Rangers and other wanderers, and for such travellers (mostly dwarves) as still journeyed on the East Road, to and from the Mountains. It was dark, and yooung stars were shining, when Frodo and his companions game xbox rust hosting servers at last to the Greenway-crossing and drew near the village. They came to the West-gate and found it shut; but at the door of the lodge beyond it, there was a man sitting. He jumped up and fetched a lantern and looked over the gate at them in surprise. What do you want, and where do you come from. he asked gruffly. We are making for the inn here, answered Frodo. We are journeying east and cannot go further tonight. Hobbits. Four hobbits. And whats more, out of the Shire by their talk, said the gatekeeper, softly as if speaking to himself. He stared at them darkly for a moment, and then slowly opened the gate and let them ride through. We dont often see Shire-folk riding on the Road at night, he went on, as they halted a moment by his door. Rust game lore young pardon my wondering what business takes you away east of Bree. What may your names be, might I ask. Our names and our business are our own, and this does not seem a good place to discuss them, said Frodo, not liking the look of the man or Rust game lore young tone of his voice. Your business is your own, no doubt, said the man; but its my business to ask questions after nightfall. We are hobbits from Buckland, and we have a fancy to travel and to stay at the inn here, put in Merry. I am Mr. Brandybuck. Is that enough for you. The Bree-folk used to be fair-spoken to travellers, or so I had heard. All right, all right. said the man. I meant no offence. But youll find maybe that more folk than old Harry at the gate will be asking you questions. Theres queer folk about. If you go on to The Pony, youll find youre not the only guests. Rust game lore young wished them good night, and they said no more; but Frodo could see in the lantern-light that the man was still eyeing them curiously. He was glad to hear the gate clang to behind them, as they rode forward. He wondered why the man was so suspicious, and whether anyone had been asking for news of a party of hobbits. Could it have been Gandalf. He might have loe, while they were delayed in the Forest and the Downs. But there was something in the look and the voice of the gatekeeper that made him uneasy. 152 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The man stared after the hobbits for a moment, and then he went back to his house. As soon as his back was turned, a dark figure climbed quickly in over the gate and melted into the shadows of the village street. The hobbits rode on up a gentle slope, passing pubg gameloop windows apk few detached houses, and drew up outside the inn. The houses looked large and strange to them. Sam stared up at the inn with its three storeys and many windows, and felt his heart sink. He had imagined himself meeting giants taller than trees, and other creatures even more terrifying, some time or other in the course of his journey; but at the moment he was finding his first sight of Men oyung their tall houses quite enough, indeed too much for the dark end of a tiring day. He pictured black horses standing all saddled in the shadows of the inn-yard, and Black Riders peering out of dark upper windows. We surely arent going to stay here for the night, are we, sir. he exclaimed. If yyoung are hobbit-folk in these parts, why dont we look for some that would be willing to take us in. It would be more homelike. Whats wrong with the inn. said Frodo. Tom Bombadil recommended it. I expect its homelike enough inside. Even from the outside the inn looked a pleasant house to familiar eyes. It had a front on the Road, and two wings running back on land partly cut out of the lower slopes of the hill, so that at the rear the second-floor windows were level with the gamf. There was a wide arch leading to a courtyard between the two wings, and on the left under the arch there was a large doorway reached by a few broad steps. The door was open and light streamed out of it. Above the arch there was a lamp, and beneath it swung a large signboard: a fat white pony reared up on its hind legs. Over the door was painted in white letters: the prancing pony by barliman butterbur. Many of the lower windows showed lights behind thick curtains. As they hesitated outside in the gloom, someone began singing a merry song inside, and many cheerful voices joined gamme in the chorus. They listened to this encouraging sound for a moment and then got off their ponies. The song ended and there was a burst of laughter and clapping. They led their ponies under the arch, and leaving them standing in the yard they climbed up the steps. Frodo went forward and nearly bumped into a short fat man with a bald head and a red face. He had a white apron on, and was bustling out of one door and in through another, carrying a tray laden with full mugs. Younb we-- began Frodo. Half a minute, if you please. shouted the man over his shoulder, A T T HE SIG N O F TH E PRAN CING P ON Y 153 and vanished into a babel of yuong and a cloud of smoke. In a moment he was out again, wiping his hands on his apron. Good evening, little master. he said, bending down. What may you be wanting. Beds for four, and stabling for five ponies, if that can be lord. Are you Mr. Butterbur. Thats right. Barliman is my name. Barliman Vame at your service. Youre from the Shire, eh. he said, and then suddenly he clapped his hand to his forehead, as if trying to remember something. Hobbits. he cried. Now what does that remind me of. Might I ask your names, sirs. Took and Mr. Brandybuck, said Frodo; and this is Sam Gamgee. My name is Underhill. There now. said Mr. Butterbur, loe his fingers. Its gone again. But itll come back, when I have time to think. Im run off my feet; but Ill see what I can do for you. We dont often get a party out of the Shire nowadays, and I should be sorry not to make you welcome. But there is such a crowd already in the house tonight as there hasnt been for long enough.
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