A large bearded man stepped into the Green Dragon. He was clad in new but dirty red and black garments, hooded, and had a sword and shield with him. However, knowing the rules of the inn, he removed the weapons and left them by the door.
It had been quite some time since he had been to the Green Dragon. The man had already had an encounter here some time ago with a theif who had stolen artifacts from the realm of Minas Tirith. He had spent the night here, and knew it would be rude not to return when he promised so.
The man looked about at the faces of the people in the common room. Many new faces, and some old. He was not here to meet new people, though. He needed a holiday, and it only made sense to return to the Shire, where he was well taken care of after being severly wounded. And this time, he knew to mind his manners.
The man took a seat by the fireplace and pulled out a pipe. But before smoking it, the man removed his hood. He smiled as he sat back and smoked, for Barodir, son of Barodel, and loyal guard of the White City, has returned!
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" If you don't let me in Frodo, I shall blow your door right down your hole and out through the hill."
-Gandalf
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