'Olo Gardener, my good fellow!' said the Hobbit, surprised by Branda's boldness. 'From Michel Delving.' He motioned with his hand toward the tall Man who stood near him now. 'And this is Volondil, of Ithilien. We are both Rangers.'
His eyes narrowed, his gaze sweeping the three of them. 'This is not normally a place where guests of the Inn would be poking about. Did the Innkeeper tell you where you might find us? Have you some need that drove you to seek us out? And if so, why were you hiding when we came in?'
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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