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Day 16:
We went to the village of Bree and there met up with a man called Strider, he is a ranger. I went out on a walk when we had stopped at the inn of the Prancing Pony, which is a good inn by all accounts, sometimes us Bucklanders go there from time to time.
Well anyway, Pippin was apparently talking too much and almost spilled the beans about Bilbo's ring, so Frodo sang a little song and put the darned ring on his finger, turned invisible and this Strider had to do something about it. Well those Blackriders came and put poor old me to sleep, eventually that Butterbur's servant, Nob came and woke me up. This Strider was in our room and I had read a letter from Gandalf that was supposed to come to Frodo months ago. Well we cannot go into our room, because those Blackriders will come, and kill us and take the ring. Not a very pleasant thought.
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The Party Doesn't Start Until You're Dead.
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