81) Far-fetched
Aragorn knew he was being watched as he stepped into The Prancing Pony.
The men sitting at the table next to his were casting him uneasy glances every so often and talking about him in suspicious tones.
"Strider. Rumors have it that he's really Aragorn, heir of Isildur future King of Gondor."
The second man looked at him, eyes squinted. "Seems far-fetched if ya ask me. Whoever started that tale must've been drunk."
Aragorn ignored the insult to his heritage. He did not even react to the gossiping men.
His attention was focused on four hobbits that had entered the bar room.
One in particular held his attention.
The hobbit had black curly hair and seemed understandably uncomfortable with his new surroundings.
He kept fidgeting and playing with something in his hand.
Aragorn blinked.
The hobbit had been there one moment and gone the next.
Aragorn blinked again.
The little hobbit was still gone.
Now that seemed far-fetched.
Aragorn had a feeling that something was about to go very wrong very soon.