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Please remember, said one of them, that the name Baggins must not be mentioned. I am Mr. Underhill, if any name must be given. That interested me so much that I followed them here. I slipped over the gate just behind them. Maybe Mr. Baggins has an honest reason for leaving his name behind; but if so, I should advise him and his friends to be more careful. I dont see what interest my name has for anyone in Bree, said Frodo angrily, and I have still to learn why it interests you. Strider may have an honest reason for spying and eavesdropping; but if so, I should advise him to explain it. Well answered. said Strider laughing. But the explanation is simple: I was looking for a Hobbit called Frodo Baggins. I wanted to find him quickly. I had learned that he was carrying out of the Shire, well, a secret that concerned me and my friends. Now, dont mistake me. he cried, as Frodo rose from this web page seat, and Sam jumped up with a scowl. I shall take more care of the secret than you do. And care is needed. He leaned forward and looked at them. Watch every shadow. he said in a low voice. Black horsemen have passed through Bree. On Monday one came down the Greenway, they say; and another appeared later, coming up the Greenway from the south. There was a silence. At last Frodo spoke to Pippin and Sam: I ought to have guessed it from the way the gatekeeper greeted us, he said. And the landlord seems to have heard something. Why did he press us to join the company. Raft eneba why on earth did we behave so foolishly: we ought to have stayed quiet in here. It would have been better, said Strider. I would have stopped your going into the common-room, if I could; but the innkeeper would not let me in to see you, or take a message. Do you think he-- began Frodo. No, I dont think any harm of old Butterbur. Only he does not altogether like mysterious vagabonds of my sort. Frodo gave him a puzzled look. Well, I have rather a rascally look, have I not. said Strider with a curl of his lip and a queer gleam in his eye. But I hope we shall get to know one another better. When we do, I hope you will explain what happened at the end of your song. For that little prank-- It was sheer accident. interrupted Frodo. I can eso steam have, said Strider. Accident, then. That accident has made your position dangerous. Hardly more than it was already, said Frodo. I knew these horsemen were pursuing me; but now at any click here they seem to have missed me and to have gone away. S TR IDER 165 You must not count on that. said Strider sharply. They will return. And more are coming. There are others. I know their number. I know these Riders. He paused, and his eyes were cold and hard. And there are some folk in Bree who are not to be trusted, he went on. Bill Ferny, for instance. He has an evil name in the Bree-land, and queer folk call krunker his house. 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I am older than I look. I might prove useful. You will have to leave the open road after tonight; for the horsemen will watch it night and day. You may escape from Bree, and be allowed to go forward while the Sun is up; but you wont go far. They will come on you in the wild, in some dark place where there is no help. Do you wish them to find you. They are terrible. The hobbits looked at him, and saw with surprise that his face was drawn as if with pain, and his hands clenched the arms of his chair. The room was very quiet and still, and the light seemed to have grown dim. For a while he sat source unseeing eyes as if walking in distant memory or listening to sounds in the Night far away. There. he cried after a moment, drawing his hand across his brow. Perhaps I know more about these pursuers than you do. You fear them, but you do not fear them enough, yet. Tomorrow you will have to escape, if you can. Strider can take you by paths that are seldom trodden. Will you have him. There was a heavy silence. Frodo made no answer; his mind was confused with doubt and fear. Sam frowned, and looked at his master; and at last he broke out: With your leave, Mr. Frodo, Id say no. This Strider here, he warns and he says take care; and I say yes to that, and lets begin with him. He comes out of the Wild, and I never heard no good of such folk. He knows something, thats plain, and more than I like; 166 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS but its no reason why we should let him go leading us out into some dark place far from help, as he puts it. Pippin fidgeted and looked uncomfortable. Strider did not reply to Sam, but turned his keen eyes on Frodo. Frodo caught his glance lost ark early access looked away. No, he said slowly. I dont agree. I think, I think you are not really as you choose to look. You began to talk to me like the Bree-folk, but your voice has changed. 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He came in and shut the door. Its like this, he began, hesitating and looking troubled. If Ive done any harm, Im sorry indeed. But one thing drives out another, as youll admit; and Im a busy man. But first one thing and then another this week have jogged my memory, as the saying goes; and not too late I hope. You see, I was asked to look out for hobbits of the Shire, and for one by the name of Baggins in particular. And what has that got to do with me. asked Frodo. you know best, said the landlord, knowingly. I wont give you away; but I was told that this Baggins would be going by the name of Underhill, and I was given a description that fits you well enough, if I may say so. Indeed. Lets have it then. said Frodo, unwisely interrupting. A stout little fellow with red cheeks, said Mr. Butterbur solemnly. Pippin chuckled, but Sam looked indignant. That wont help you much; it goes for most hobbits, Barley, he says to me, continued Mr. Butterbur with a glance at Pippin. But this one is taller than some and fairer than most, valuable wikiclash labour he has a cleft in his chin: perky chap with a bright eye. Begging your pardon, but he said it, not me. He said it. And who was he. asked Frodo eagerly. S TR IDER 167 Ah. That was Gandalf, if you know who I mean. A wizard they say he is, but hes a good friend of mine, whether or no. But now I dont know what hell have to say to me, if I see him again: turn all my ale sour or me into a block of wood, I shouldnt wonder. Hes a bit hasty. Still whats done cant be undone. Well, what have you done. said Frodo, getting impatient with the slow unravelling of Butterburs thoughts. Where was I. said the landlord, pausing and snapping his fingers. Ah, yes. Old Gandalf. Three months back he walked right into my room without a knock. Barley, he says, Im off in the morning. Will you do something for me. Youve only to name it, I said. Im in a hurry, said he, and Ive no time myself, but I want a message took to the Https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/coc/magic-coc-download.php. Have you anyone you can send, and trust to go. I can find someone, I said, tomorrow, maybe, or the day after. Make it tomorrow, he says, and then he gave me a letter. Its addressed plain enough, said Mr. Butterbur, producing a letter from his pocket, and reading out the address slowly and proudly (he valued his reputation as a lettered man): Mr. FRODO BAGGINS, BAG END, HOBBITON in the SHIRE. A letter for me from Gandalf. cried Frodo. said Mr. Butterbur. Then your right name is Baggins. It is, said Frodo, and you had better give me that letter at once, and explain why you never sent it. Thats what you came to tell me, I suppose, though youve taken a long time to come to the point. Poor Mr. Butterbur looked troubled. Youre right, master, he said, and I beg your pardon. And Im mortal afraid of what Gandalf will say, if harm comes of it. But I didnt keep it back a-purpose. I put it by safe. Then I couldnt find nobody willing to go to the Shire next day, nor the day after, and none of my own folk were to spare; and then one thing after another drove it out of my https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/2022/clash-of-clans-october-update-2022.php. Im a busy man. Ill do what I can to set matters right, and if theres any help I can give, youve only to name it. Leaving the letter aside, I promised Gandalf no less. Barley, he says to me, this friend of mine from the Shire, he may be coming out this way before long, him and another. Hell be calling himself Underhill. Mind that. But you need ask no questions. And if Im not with him, he may be in trouble, and he may need help. Do whatever you can for him, and Ill be grateful, he says. And here you are, and trouble is not far off, seemingly. What do you mean. asked Frodo. These black men, said the landlord lowering his voice. Theyre 168 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS looking for Baggins, and if they mean well, then Im a hobbit. It was on Monday, and all the dogs were yammering and the geese screaming. Uncanny, I called it. Nob, he came and told me that two black men were at the door asking for a hobbit called Baggins. Nobs hair was all stood on end. I bid the black fellows be off, and slammed the door on them; but theyve been asking the same question all the way to Archet, I hear. And that Ranger, Strider, hes been asking questions, too. Tried to get in here to see you, before youd had bite or sup, he did. He did. said Strider suddenly, coming forward into the light. And much trouble would have been saved, if you had let him in, Barliman. The google minesweeper jumped with surprise. You. he cried. Youre always popping up. What do you want now. Hes here with my leave, said Frodo. He came to offer me his help. Well, you know your own business, maybe, said Mr. Butterbur, looking suspiciously at Strider. But if I was in your plight, I wouldnt take up with a Ranger. Then who would you take up with. asked Strider. A fat innkeeper who only remembers his own name because people shout it at him all day. They cannot stay in The Pony for ever, and they cannot go home. They have a long road before them. Will you go with them and keep the black men off. Leave Bree. I wouldnt do that for any money, said Mr. Butterbur, looking really scared. But why cant you stay here quiet for a bit, Mr. Underhill. What are all these queer goings on. What are these black men after, and where do they come from, Id like to know. Im sorry I cant explain it all, answered Frodo. I am tired and very worried, and its a long tale. But if you mean to help me, I ought to warn you that you will be in danger as long as I am in your house. These Black Riders: I am not sure, but I think, I fear they come from-- They come from Mordor, said Strider in a low voice. From Mordor, Barliman, if that means anything to you. Save us. cried Mr. Butterbur turning pale; the name evidently was known to him. That is the worst news that has come to Bree in my time. It is, said Frodo. Are you still willing to help me. I am, said Mr. Butterbur. More than ever. Though I dont know what the likes of me can do against, against-- he faltered. Against the Shadow in the East, said Strider quietly. Not much, Barliman, but every little helps. You can let Mr. Underhill stay here S TR IDER 169 tonight, as Mr. Underhill; and you can forget the name of Baggins, till he is far away. Ill do that, said Butterbur. But theyll find out hes here without help from me, Im afraid. Its a pity Go here. Baggins drew attention to himself this evening, to say no more. The story of that Mr.
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