7 Julio 8076
I was chilling at the Prancing Pony in Bree when four Hobbits came in the bar. There was one guy who didn't seem to amuse himself as much as his two other friends. He was looking anxious about something. Them I noticed that a man in black kept on watching them. Then one of the over happy ones went to get a drink and started talking about something the little one did not approve of. As he went to tell him to stop, he slipped, and a ring came out of his pocket and fitted him on his finger. On this same instant, HE disappeared! When he returned the man in black took him from the crowd and brought him into the room. He friends followed him but never came back out until the morning had come.
