Frodo Baggins read the letter from Gandalf, given to him late by Butterbur. Once finished, he passed it to Pippin and Sam.

"Really old Butterbur has made a mess of things!" he said. "He deserves roasti-"

"Master Frodo," Sam interrupted, he and Pippin studying the back of the letter. "There's more written on the back of this sheet." he informed and handed it back to an anxious Frodo.

"Let me take a look…" he murmured and began to read Gandalf's neat handwriting aloud.

PPPPS. I also have another "friend" to accompany you along the way. She prefers to be addressed as Wolfy (She says it would not be fair if only Aragorn had a fashionable eke name), and I have no clue as to what her birth-given name is. However, she will assist as protection against a specific race of "demons" as she put it. I trust her enough, she should probably meet you along with Aragorn.

-Gandalf

"That's who that was!" Butterbur exclaimed. The others in the room gave him a questioning stare. "I thought she was just a mentally-ill child!"

"You know this girl?" Frodo asked. He nodded excitedly.

"Aye! I nearly put her out of the inn!"

"You turned her away!" Sam shouted. "We'll never find her!"

"Almost, did I! Almost! She's here right now!"

"Then we must get to her!" Frodo piped.

Then off they went, through the halls of the Prancing Pony [I'm sorry, I just wanna say that this is the best name for an inn, period.] until Butterbur finally lead them up the closed door of a room.

"This is the room she should be in…" he said as he began rapping on the door, "Miss Wolfy, are you in there?" he called.

"Yes!" a girl's voice answered from inside the room, "The door isn't locked," Immediately after hearing that, the party opened the door and shuffled into the well-sized inn room.

At a little table in the middle of the floor, sat Nob and an adolescent girl, playing some sort of card game.

"Nob, why are you in here, fooling off?" Butterbur scolded the slacking Hobbit.

"Just playing a game of cards, sir." he chuckled nervously. Frodo waved off their conversation and stepped forward,

"Never mind that," he looked towards the girl, "Are you Wolfy, friend of Gandalf?" She glared through the pair of spectacles she wore at Butterbur.

"I told you so," she crinkled her nose at the pudgy man and stood from her chair. He bowed his head in embarrassment,

"Sorry, lass, I just thought ye' was lying for stature." he apologized. Satisfied with proving herself true, she gave her attention back to Frodo. "Yes, sir, I'm Wolfy." she proudly introduced herself. "Daughter of the guy with the bad farmer's tan and that one lady with the purple mole on her lip." They all made a face, except Pippin, who had a giggle from it. Frodo shook it off and continued,

"Gandalf said in his letter, you were a demon slayer of some sort?" he inquired as Aragorn shut the door behind them, to keep out prying and uninvited ears.

Wolfy's face darkened, "Yes. That, I am." she pushed the glasses further up the bridge of her sharp nose. "A terrible race of demons…"

"W-What are they called?" Sam sputtered with fright.

"Perhaps you speak of Orcs?" Aragorn suggested. She shook her head.

"No. Worse."

Frodo's brow furrowed. "What could possibly be worse than an Orc?"

Wolfy checked outside of the window on the wall opposite of the door. "We mustn't say their name too freely." she warned then came close to the party, where only they could hear her whisper, "They are called Mary-Sues."