Four Hobbits stumbled into the dimly lit village going by the name of Bree, trying to get to 'The Prancing Pony', before nightfall.
The four halflings were tired of their long journey that started in their beloved Shire and, for now, would end in the village they were currently in.
Still shocked of what the four Hobbits had witnessed, they walked into the so called bar, looking for the old, grey wizard.
Clearing his throat, Frodo tried to get the attention of the potential owner of the place.
"Good evening, little masters." The man greeted.
Soon enough, Pippin zoned out, he was tired and distracted by the tall, intimidating people all around them.
The noise was overwhelming and he felt like he was under pressure, something invisible tightened around his chest. He had the strange feeling that they were watched.
On the other hand, the only other Hobbit in the room was on the other side of the bar, watching the newcomers with a frown on her face.
She stood together with a Ranger, known as Strider. But she knew better, his real identity was Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir of Isildur, and heir of the throne of Gondor.
It was an absolute honour, she thought, but what she didn't know was that he thought the same of her. The only Known Hobbit in history to survive in the wild, alone, for such a long time.
The four Hobbits stumbled over to a table, all of them aware of their surroundings with a pint in their hands. The two rangers kept an eye on all of them, they mattered, not only the ring bearer.
She had hoped that her brother and his best friend wouldn't have crossed the path of the two other Hobbits, but knew that it couldn't have been different. It was destiny. So she thought, and she needed to protect them as much as she could.
"Would my sister have been here, when she got lost?" Merry asked his best friend cautiously, reminded of his past when the little girl disappeared without leaving a trace. Pippin patted the lad's shoulder, he didn't know the answer nor what to say. The young Took knew that his Brandybuck friend missed his little sister dearly, and somewhere in his heart, he missed her too.
"I don't know, maybe," He said "You'll see her again, someday. I'm sure of it."
But in reality, Pippin wasn't sure of it at all, there was a chance that she had died of starvation, or by an orc attack. He just wasn't sure if she lived, he just hoped that she was safe and sound, living the life she deserved.
"Aragorn, that's my brother. The one in green." Melaina whispered, a frightened tone in her voice, and her breath hitched in her throat.
"Stay calm," he said "We need to keep our eyes on the ring bearer." The girl nodded, but didn't agree with him. She had found her brother, after so many years of loneliness.
She had found her brother.