"Here is a story of my own," the story teller says "one of those few things I managed to see with my own eyes. Sit back and enjoy."
A group of hobbits walk into the Prancing Pony, the crowd gives them a look before returning to their beer. The hobbits look around amazed at the scene that surrounds them. I suspect they were from the shire and had never seen a man city before this. I'm told it's quiet shocking.
Barliman greats them in his normal boisterous way and encourages them to join the crowd in the main room after he serves them. Sometimes I wish that man had better volume control sometimes, everytime someone walks in the door his voice fills the entire bar. Mr. Underhill and two other hobbits come into the room. I could have sworn I heard four new voices.
Watching the three hobbits at the table I am curious what kind of book Mr. Underhill is writing. I suppose I'll never get the chance to ask him about it.
The hobbits seemed to enjoy themselves. One of them took quiet the liking to the tankards of beer Barliman set in front of them. The other two though seemed less enthrailed by the merryment, both looked around as if they were waiting on someone.
A man in ragged weather-beaten clothes leans down next to Mr. Underhill and says something in hushed tones before moving to a corner. I've never seen that strange man before, I hadn't even noticed he was here until he talked to Mr. Underhill. It seems strange that I wouldn't have noticed someone like that among those partying.
The strange man walks away, oddly even though I try to watch him I lose track of his movements. However before I can locate him again Mr. Underhill jumps up on the table and starts talking to the entire room. His speech is quick and makes the room erupt in laughter. Mr. Underhill begins to sing what I assume is an old hobbit drinking song about a cow jumping over the moon. While he's singing it again he falls off the table and lands on his back. Before anyone can move to help he just disappears.
Everyone starts looking around for him, well except the three men that decided to sneak out of the bar when it happened. The crowd though quickly losses interest in trying to find the lost hobbit and returns to their drinks. The hobbits of Combe seem especially wary of the two remaining hobbits of the group and the one that had been calmer seems to be in a panic looking for his friend.
I look around and see Mr. Underhill in the corner hiding behind the strange man. How did he get that far without me noticing? Regardless I'm happy Mr. Underhill is safe and when his friend notices he seems releaved as well.
After a short talk with the strange man Mr. Underhill leaves the corner and sits by the fire. He stays there until Barliman requests to speak with him in privite.
"I know this story sound impossible and even after seeing it I'm unsure of it. I hope you enjoied the story and I'll leave it to you if you choose to believe me."