Poppy’s eyes widened as the stream of questions poured out.
“I have heard that the man’s name is Mat Rushlight, and that…he came from the castle. I haven’t heard what happened to him there, we can only imagine. I know nothing more, and this only from what I’ve heard around the others. You’d have to ask Gandalf if you wanted to know more, but I doubt you’d get much out of him,” she replied.
“Why do you ask me, anyway? Why do you assume I would know any more than the others?” she asked, suspiciously, her face confused.
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'It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them' ~Frodo
"Life is hard. After all, it kills you." - Katharine Hepburn
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