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Butterbur. Then your right name is Baggins. It is, said Frodo, and you had better give me that letter at once, and explain why you never sent it. Thats what you came to tell me, I suppose, though youve taken a long time to come to the point. Poor Mr. Butterbur looked troubled. Youre right, master, he said, and I beg your pardon. And Im mortal afraid of what Gandalf click at this page say, if harm comes of it. But I didnt keep it back a-purpose. I put it by safe. Then I couldnt find nobody willing to go to the Shire next day, nor the day after, and none of my own folk were to spare; and then one thing after another drove it out of my mind. Im a busy man. Ill do what I can to set matters right, and if theres any help I can give, youve only to name it. Leaving the letter aside, I promised Gandalf no less. Barley, he says to me, this friend of mine from the Shire, he may be coming out this way before long, him and another. Hell be calling himself Underhill. Mind that. But you need ask no questions. And if Im not with him, he may be in trouble, and he may need help. Do whatever you can for him, and Ill be grateful, he says. And here you are, and trouble is not far off, seemingly. What do you mean. asked Frodo. These black men, said the landlord lowering his voice. Theyre 168 T HE L ORD O F Steam achievements greyed out R INGS looking for Baggins, and if they mean well, then Im a hobbit. It was on Monday, and all the dogs were yammering and the geese screaming. Uncanny, I called it. Nob, he came and told me that two black men were at the door asking for a hobbit called Baggins. Nobs hair was all stood on end. I bid the apex legends wraith background fellows be off, and slammed the door on them; but theyve been asking the same question all the way to Archet, I hear. And that Ranger, Strider, hes been asking questions, too. Tried to get in here to see you, before youd had bite or sup, he did. He did. said Strider Steam achievements greyed out, coming forward into the light. And much trouble would have been saved, if you had let him in, Barliman. The landlord jumped with surprise. You. he cried. Youre always popping up. What do you want now. Hes here with my leave, said Frodo. He came to offer me his help. Well, you know your own business, maybe, said Mr. Butterbur, looking suspiciously at Strider. But if I was in your plight, I wouldnt take up with a Ranger. Then who would you take up with. asked Strider. A fat innkeeper who only remembers his own name because people shout it at him all day. They cannot stay in The Pony for ever, and they cannot go home. They have a long road before them. Will you go with them and keep the black men off. Leave Bree. I wouldnt do that for any money, said Mr. Butterbur, looking really scared. But why cant you stay here quiet for a bit, Mr. Underhill. What are all these queer goings on. What are these black men after, and where do they come from, Id like to know. Im sorry I cant explain it all, answered Frodo. I am tired and very worried, and its a long tale. But if you mean to help me, I ought to warn you that you will be in danger as long as I am in your house. These Black Riders: I am not sure, but I think, I fear they come from-- They come from Mordor, said Strider in a low voice. From Mordor, Barliman, if that means anything to you. Save us. cried Mr. Butterbur turning pale; the name evidently was known to him. That is the worst news that has come to Bree in my time. It is, said Frodo. Are you still willing to help me. Https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/windows/pubg-game-download-for-pc-windows-10-free-to-usb.php am, said Steam achievements greyed out. Butterbur. More than ever. Though I dont know what the likes of me can do against, against-- he faltered. Against the Shadow in the East, said Strider quietly. Not much, Barliman, but every little helps. You can let Mr. Underhill stay here S TR IDER 169 tonight, as Mr. Underhill; and you can forget the name of Baggins, till he is far away. Ill do that, said Butterbur. But theyll find out hes here without help from me, Im afraid. Its a pity Mr. Baggins drew attention to himself this evening, to say no more. The story of that Mr. Bilbos going off has been heard before tonight in Bree. Even our Nob has been doing some guessing in his slow pate; and there are others in Bree quicker in the uptake than Steam achievements greyed out is. Well, we can only hope the Riders wont come back yet, said Frodo. I hope not, indeed, said Butterbur. But spooks or no spooks, they wont get in The Pony so easy. Dont you worry till the morning. Nobll say no word. No black man shall pass my doors, while I can stand on my legs. Me and my folkll keep watch tonight; but you had best get some sleep, if you can. In any case we must be called at dawn, said Frodo. We must get off as early as possible. Breakfast at six-thirty, please. Right. Ill see to the orders, said the landlord. Good night, Mr. Baggins Underhill, I should say. Good night now, bless me. Wheres your Mr. Brandybuck. I dont know, said Frodo with sudden anxiety. They had forgotten all about Merry, and it was getting late. I am afraid he is out. He said something about going for a breath of air. Well, you do want looking after and no mistake: your party might be on a holiday. said Butterbur. I must go and bar the doors quick, but Ill see your friend is let in when he comes. Id better send Nob to look for him. Good night to you all. At last Mr. Butterbur went out, with another doubtful look at Strider and a shake of his head. His footsteps retreated down the passage. Well. said Strider. When are you going to open that letter. Frodo looked carefully at the seal before he broke it. It seemed certainly to be Gandalfs. Inside, written in the wizards strong but graceful script, was the following message: THE PRANCING PONY, BREE. Midyears Day, Shire Year, 1418. Dear Frodo, Bad news has reached me here. I must go off at once. You had better leave Please click for source End soon, and get out of the Shire before the end of July at latest. I will return as soon as I can; and I will follow you, if I find that you are gone. Leave a message for me here, if you pass through Bree. You can trust the landlord (Butterbur). You may meet a friend of mine on the Road: a Man, lean, dark, tall, by some called Strider. He knows our 170 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS business and will help you. Make for Rivendell.
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