"Well, Mr. Underhill, you've made quite a fuss in my inn tonight. Busting up my pots and pans, disturbing my customers!" Butterbur said quite reluctantly, though showing frustration.
"I'm terribly sorry!" Frodo apologized, a sheepish look coming to his face. "I think I might have had a little too much to drink. Though, I am better now."
"Well, let's have no more at that again!" Butterbur replied, changing his grim expression to a tired one. He stood there for a moment, as if thinking of what to say next. Finally, during the awkward silence, Butterbur spoke.
"Ah!" he boomed. "I almost forgot what I came here for! I do that alot, you know! Always people shouting my name, but that's what an inn-"
"What was it that you wanted?" Frodo interrupted.
"Oh yes! Forgive me! Yes now, I have something for you. See, it's a letter for you. I couldn't just give it to you when you first came because he told me to make sure it was THE Frodo Baggins, Mr. Baggins!" Butterbur said, his face a cherry red. "So, I waited and watched you and finally I decided it was you. He also gave me a desciption of you, you know!"
"Who is he?" Frodo said, reaching for his letter.
"Oh, my word! There I go again, talking before explaining!" Butterbur laughed. "Anyways, it was....." Butterbur paused for a minute, thinking deeply. Finally, it came to him. "Oh yes! Gandalf the Grey!" he shouted.
"Gandalf?" Frodo said, very alert now. "When did he write this?"
"Oh, it was a long time ago. Last time I saw him, I suppose. He told me, 'Now Barliman! Make sure to deilver this to Frodo Baggins! THE Frodo Baggins!" But, I'm afraid, little Master, that it was suppose to be mailed to you about a few months ago. You see, I never got around to doing it and you were suppose to come to Bree, so I kept a sharp eye out for you!" Butterbur said, proud of his memory at the moment.
"Several months ago?" Frodo said, impatience growing in his voice.
"I am sorry, Master Baggins! It just.....I....oh! I 've really done it this time! When that wizard comes back he'll turn all my ale and good beer sour and maybe even.....to me....." Butterbur shivered at the thought as it crossed his mind. "And also, the reason I waited was because there was someone that kept asking for you."
"Asking for me?" Frodo said, now very alert and frightened.
"Oh yes! It was that ranger, I'm afraid! That Strider! When you arrived and was up in your room, that longshank was asking for you; practically begging me to let him see you. But I refused him!" Butterbur said proudly. "He won't get in, to that I swear!"
"Then if I were you, Frodo, I wouldn't take him up on his swear." Strider said, coming forward into the light, revealing himself to Butterbur. Barliman jumped with fright while Strider grinned slightly, amused at his expense.
"What?" Butterbur stuttered. "How did you get in?"
"With no help from you." Strider replied, meeting Butterbur's fearful gaze.
"It's okay." Frodo interrupted. "I invited him in. I wanted to talk to him in private. Thank you for looking out for me, though Barliman." Frodo gave a weak smile to the innkeeper who stood motionless. He handed the letter to Frodo, his hands quaking. Finally, he broke the ranger's stare, nodded nervously to Frodo and his companions, returning the weak smile, and head for the door.
"Goodnight to you all! Sleep well!" he whispered, and was out the door, hurriedly. Frodo gave a chuckle and Strider eased up, shaking his head at Barliman: the fat, forgetful innkeeper of The Prancing Pony.
Aniron watched from the shadows the little halflings. She looked upon them with wonder. What strength they had! For she had heard tales of them, but had seen very few. It seems they were lost in the songs and tales of old reaching to Gondor. At that moment, a strange feeling overcame her. Fear passed before her very eyes; before, it lay hidden and out of site in the corners of her mind. But now, it was released. Looking to the window where night had fallen, a feeling of anxiety grew deep within her; growing alongside her fears.
Suddenly, coming from her thoughts, in the distance of the hills before the Southern Gate of the Brandywine Bridge, shadows moved along the ground. Aniron looked forward, pressing her face close to touching the cold window itself. The dark shadows were moving fast, and in the direction of Brandywine Bridge. She gazed intensely, focusing on them, studying what she could. Suddenly, in her ears she no longer heard the small talk between the Hobbits. She no longer heard Strider's whisperings. Only silence lingered in the air. She stood for a moment, listening only to her soft breaths of air; it was soon broken.
The shriek of them, was heard in the piercing silence of Aniron's ears.
"Aragorn! Ulaer!" she yelled, stepping quickly from the shadows of the window. Strider turned his head to her, looking at her strangely. Walking calmly, he strode to Aniron, avoiding to look out of what she stared to.
"The Nazgul?" he whispered, lowering his eyes to the floor.
"They know where It is. They feel its presence right now." Aniron paused, waiting for Strider to meet her eyes. Finally, he gave in to her will. "They're coming to Bree."
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"I'm terribly sorry!" Frodo apologized, a sheepish look coming to his face. "I think I might have had a little too much to drink. Though, I am better now."
"Well, let's have no more at that again!" Butterbur replied, changing his grim expression to a tired one. He stood there for a moment, as if thinking of what to say next. Finally, during the awkward silence, Butterbur spoke.
"Ah!" he boomed. "I almost forgot what I came here for! I do that alot, you know! Always people shouting my name, but that's what an inn-"
"What was it that you wanted?" Frodo interrupted.
"Oh yes! Forgive me! Yes now, I have something for you. See, it's a letter for you. I couldn't just give it to you when you first came because he told me to make sure it was THE Frodo Baggins, Mr. Baggins!" Butterbur said, his face a cherry red. "So, I waited and watched you and finally I decided it was you. He also gave me a desciption of you, you know!"
"Who is he?" Frodo said, reaching for his letter.
"Oh, my word! There I go again, talking before explaining!" Butterbur laughed. "Anyways, it was....." Butterbur paused for a minute, thinking deeply. Finally, it came to him. "Oh yes! Gandalf the Grey!" he shouted.
"Gandalf?" Frodo said, very alert now. "When did he write this?"
"Oh, it was a long time ago. Last time I saw him, I suppose. He told me, 'Now Barliman! Make sure to deilver this to Frodo Baggins! THE Frodo Baggins!" But, I'm afraid, little Master, that it was suppose to be mailed to you about a few months ago. You see, I never got around to doing it and you were suppose to come to Bree, so I kept a sharp eye out for you!" Butterbur said, proud of his memory at the moment.
"Several months ago?" Frodo said, impatience growing in his voice.
"I am sorry, Master Baggins! It just.....I....oh! I 've really done it this time! When that wizard comes back he'll turn all my ale and good beer sour and maybe even.....to me....." Butterbur shivered at the thought as it crossed his mind. "And also, the reason I waited was because there was someone that kept asking for you."
"Asking for me?" Frodo said, now very alert and frightened.
"Oh yes! It was that ranger, I'm afraid! That Strider! When you arrived and was up in your room, that longshank was asking for you; practically begging me to let him see you. But I refused him!" Butterbur said proudly. "He won't get in, to that I swear!"
"Then if I were you, Frodo, I wouldn't take him up on his swear." Strider said, coming forward into the light, revealing himself to Butterbur. Barliman jumped with fright while Strider grinned slightly, amused at his expense.
"What?" Butterbur stuttered. "How did you get in?"
"With no help from you." Strider replied, meeting Butterbur's fearful gaze.
"It's okay." Frodo interrupted. "I invited him in. I wanted to talk to him in private. Thank you for looking out for me, though Barliman." Frodo gave a weak smile to the innkeeper who stood motionless. He handed the letter to Frodo, his hands quaking. Finally, he broke the ranger's stare, nodded nervously to Frodo and his companions, returning the weak smile, and head for the door.
"Goodnight to you all! Sleep well!" he whispered, and was out the door, hurriedly. Frodo gave a chuckle and Strider eased up, shaking his head at Barliman: the fat, forgetful innkeeper of The Prancing Pony.
Aniron watched from the shadows the little halflings. She looked upon them with wonder. What strength they had! For she had heard tales of them, but had seen very few. It seems they were lost in the songs and tales of old reaching to Gondor. At that moment, a strange feeling overcame her. Fear passed before her very eyes; before, it lay hidden and out of site in the corners of her mind. But now, it was released. Looking to the window where night had fallen, a feeling of anxiety grew deep within her; growing alongside her fears.
Suddenly, coming from her thoughts, in the distance of the hills before the Southern Gate of the Brandywine Bridge, shadows moved along the ground. Aniron looked forward, pressing her face close to touching the cold window itself. The dark shadows were moving fast, and in the direction of Brandywine Bridge. She gazed intensely, focusing on them, studying what she could. Suddenly, in her ears she no longer heard the small talk between the Hobbits. She no longer heard Strider's whisperings. Only silence lingered in the air. She stood for a moment, listening only to her soft breaths of air; it was soon broken.
The shriek of them, was heard in the piercing silence of Aniron's ears.
"Aragorn! Ulaer!" she yelled, stepping quickly from the shadows of the window. Strider turned his head to her, looking at her strangely. Walking calmly, he strode to Aniron, avoiding to look out of what she stared to.
"The Nazgul?" he whispered, lowering his eyes to the floor.
"They know where It is. They feel its presence right now." Aniron paused, waiting for Strider to meet her eyes. Finally, he gave in to her will. "They're coming to Bree."
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