The little hobbit entered the inn and left his sword by the door and sat down in the bar. He orderd a ale and smoked some pipeweed. "So where are you from, young halfling?", the innkeeper asked.
"I am Ferdinand Cotton from Bywater outside Hobbiton.", he said, "I want a room for the night."
"A room in hobbitsize, sir?", the innkeeper said.
"Yes, please", Ferri said gently.
He saw a few dwarves talking very loudly about treasures and adventures, but the hobbit wasnt interesting the dwarves business so he looked around for someone of the Big People. They used to be nice to him.
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'A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins, he comes precisely when he means to.' ~Gandalf
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