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Ch. 1 Welcome
Welcome to 221B Bagshot Row. Dr. Samwise Watson, at your service. Please, enter and sit by the fire and rest. If you wish, I will tell you how I met and became friends with that most incomparable detective, Frodo Holmes. Ah, I see it is time for lunch. Please join me.
I hope you enjoyed our repast. Let us go into the parlor and I will be happy to tell you my story.
It was a dark and dreary winter day when I entered Hobbiton. I was looking for a place to stay as it was getting on towards dark. I inquired at the Green Dragon and was introduced to Frodo Holmes. He said that, indeed, he had an extra room. Furthermore, he told me he was looking for someone to share his smial as he was by himself.
I went with him to see if the rooms were what I was looking for. As soon as I saw them, I knew my search was at an end. I settled in as easily as if I had been born there.
After supper, we sat in companionable silence, both of us smoking our pipes. As the silence grew, I could feel Holmes' eyes on me. Finally, he said, "I don't mean to pry, but there are some things I've noticed. I see you were in service to Gondor, and that you have received wounds that still have not yet properly healed."
"How did you guess that? I never told anyone of my service nor my injury. You are right, of course. I served as healer for the King of Gondor. I saw a guard down. I went to try and help them. The enemy cut my leg. I was luckier than the guard. I, at least, survived. He did not. I left the service after that." I sat for a few minutes, trying to gather my wits. I had vowed never to reveal my past. It was still painful.
"My dear Watson, I did not mean to bring up painful memories. Please forgive me. As for guessing, that is something I never do. I will explain. I knew you were in service in Gondor due to the fabric of your clothing. That type of fabric is found only in and around Gondor, as is the style of your weskit. The injury to your leg is even more evident. I have watched you as you walked. There is a slight limp. Further, you rest with your leg slightly elevated on a stool. So you see, it is elementary, my dear Watson."
"Amazing, Holmes!" I replied. "It's not really so amazing, Watson. A lot of people move through life without ever noticing anything further away that the tip of their nose. I see it is getting late. Let us retire for the evening. I have Mistress Gamgee making us breakfast. Goodnight. I will see you in the morning," said Holmes.