Two hobbits walk into the Prancing Pony and find find open spaces at the end of one long table. Butterbur brings mugs of beer and plates of food to the pair and leaves them to talk.
"How is it Albin gets us to deliver the cargo to Bree every year," Theobald Longfurrow says.
"I don't know," Blossom Gamgee says "even when I tell him I don't want to go he somehow talks me into it."
"I would much rather just stay at the Northcotton Farms and sleep under a tree. I think we've earned some rest after all the work we did to get everything ready."
"To be fair we didn't do as much this year as we have in the past."
"I never did get an answer about why that dwarf was running around the farm," Theobald says.
"Does it really matter? I mean he helped us gather everything we needed.
"It doesn't matter at all. I'm happy he did the running around, it means we didn't have to."
"I managed to get him to do everything to get the pipe-weed ready," Blossom says "even taking it to Albin."
"I kind of feel sorry for him. I mean we convinced him to do all of the work around the entire farm."
"He smelled horrible when he was done. I hope he took a bath before he went into town."
"We should have pushed him into one of the ponds before he left," Theobald says.
"With all that armour he would never have gotten out."
"It would've been fun watching him splash around."
"As long as we weren't nearby when he did get out," Blossom says. I wouldn't want to be near him angry with that ax he had on his back."
"That's a good point."
"On the way back we should stop at each town in the Shire and spend the evening in the bar."
"That's a great idea. Albin can't have much for us to do now."