=My own experience with Lord Of The Rings=
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Chapter 7:
Hiya Strider!
"I am totally amazed at how much you Hobbits can drink…" I muttered to them, disdainfully as Meradoic Brandybuck came up to the table with a large glass of ale. Since they had decided to stay there, Frodo had paid for a room and we had decided to get something to eat.
"What is that?" Peregrin Took asked as his friend came and sat by him.
"This, my friend, is a pint." He said, his eyes glued to the large pitcher.
"I'm getting one too!" Pippin stood up and walked for the counter.
"You've had a good half already!" Samwise Gamgee protested, but it was no use. He sighed, the turned to Frodo, "That man has been staring at you since we got here." He gestured to a dark corner where a man in black sat.
"Creepy…" I said, shivering.
Frodo grabbed Butterbur on the way by, "Excuse me, who is that?"
Butterbur leaned over to Frodo, "I don't rightly know. He's one of them wandering folk- Rangers we call them. He seldom talks; not but what he can tell a rare tale when he has the mind. He disappears for a month, or a year, and then he pops up again. He was in and out pretty often last spring; but I haven't seen him around lately. What his right name is, I've never heard, but around here, we call him Strider. Funny you should ask about him." And Butterbur went on about his business.
"Well, that's what I call a bunch of uncalled for useless information." I rolled my eyes. I noticed Frodo looking over at the Man. He waved for Frodo to come over there. Not like he was going to do that. But then, he did. I watched him speak quietly and stiffly to the Man. Then I noticed Pippin talking to the people at the counter very cheerfully about life in the Shire. At the moment, he was describing the account of Bilbo's farewell birthday speech. I shook my head.
"Sam, my friend, you Hobbits could talk about the art of making tea correctly if the world was falling apart." I was about to say more when suddenly Frodo jumped on top of a table and started singing a song. Everyone was now watching Frodo, even Pippin had stopped his story to watch.
I had been really impressed with the Hobbits and their stories, but I really loved their singing. I sat back and enjoyed it for a while. At the end of the first time through, everyone cheered and said that he must sing it again. Embarrassed, Frodo began again. He even did a small bit of motions, and when it came to the cow jumped over the moon, he fell off the table and landed on his face. Except, all of the sudden, he wasn't there. Freaked out, everyone started to look for him.
I felt something brush by my leg, and when I looked down there, I saw nothing. A few seconds later, Frodo hopped out from under the table laughing and saying that it had all been a silly joke. I fidgeted nervously as everyone tried to act as thought they had seen it as a trick as well, mostly because I hadn't seen him under there when I looked!
The gentleman that Frodo was talking to earlier that Mr. Butterbur had named "Strider" came up to Frodo, as everyone else left him alone from then on. He grabbed Frodo by the arm, as if he was a child and drug him up the stairs, muttering how it would have been better if he had just let Pippin talk after all.
The Hobbits and I followed, of course. We couldn't let Master Frodo be killed by this strange Ranger man.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Pippin asked as we arrived in the room.
"I am called Strider, and your friend here is going to talk to me, though he may not like what I have to say." The Ranger said in a quiet voice. "We must remove you from this place, go to Rivendell. It is too dangerous to stay here and wait for Gandalf." Strider said, commandingly.
"To Rivendell?" Frodo asked, "Very well."
"Just wait a moment, Mr. Frodo." Sam turned aside to Frodo, "What do we know about him? Can we trust him?"
"I don't know, Sam, but for the moment, I think it is the best choice." Frodo told him. We all picked up for bags and made ready to go again. It seemed as if we couldn't even stay the night. And here we were all ready to sleep in real beds again. I, personally, would have complained much more had I not known that they had been out for much longer than I and it was my own fault that I was in this mess in the first place. My arms ached, my feet ached, my whole body ached, crying out for rest. In fact, I was about ready to cry out for rest as well.
Just then, Mr. Butterbur came into the room without knocking. Strider backed into the darkness of the room, so that he didn't see him.
"Are you Mr. Frodo Baggins? You gave me the name Mr. Underhill and were looking for Gandalf the Grey, so I should have remembered. You know how things are, totally slipping my mind. Our cook was sick today and I had to ask another person to do it. And I hadn't seen Gandalf for near six months. I was kind of worried when I saw that you were hanging about with that Strider. Let me warn you away from him, he is very dangerous." Butterbur paused, "There. I've plumb now forgotten what I was going to tell you." He stood there for a few moments.
"What is that?" Merry asked, pointing to the piece of paper that Butterbur was holding in his hand.
"Oh! That's right! Please forgive me for not sending this to you right out, like Gandalf told me to! He's going to turn me into some creature when he finds out, I just know it!" Butterbur quivered as he handed the paper to Frodo.
He read it for a moment, "It says that we must make for Rivendell with Strider. There. It is settled now, Sam. We will meet with Gandalf there."
"You're leaving with that Strider?" Butterbur asked, "Do as you like, but I warn you, he is mysterious and likely full of evil and twisted ways."
"Why did you not deliver the letter to Mr. Baggins as Gandalf instructed?" Strider asked, coming out into the light.
Butterbur stumbled out a quick explanation, rushing out of the room. We soon started leaving, paying no heed to the fact that Gandalf had told them not to travel at night. I had guessed that from what they told me. Hobbits were very talkative creatures, always ready to tell a story. We had walked a distance before I got a really strange feeling.
"Hobbits…" I said, cautiously. I noticed that Frodo had stopped as well and was looking the same way. All the others stopped and looked at me.
"What is it?" Pippin asked, cheerfully.
"Nothing…" I said, in almost a question directed at Frodo.
"Of course not." Frodo said, almost relieved. We began walking again, but I kept having a really creepy feeling. Almost like something was watching us. Or me.
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