The Green Dragon

[Ringwraith Number Two]

Lotho collected himself in what he hoped was a dignified way.

"Lotho Hilldweller of Whitfurrows, sir," he said, bowing slightly. He eyed the extended hand grasping the pint of beer somewhat warily, and after a pause, took it.

"I see I've already been given my job," he continued smoothy. "Negotiator, eh? I'll do that job well." He looked around the inn, and suddenly spoke. "These young ones aren't coming as well, are they?"

Bullroarer nodded.

Lotho felt annoyed. He felt a burning urge to burst out and say: "I'm sure you've considered the aspect that througout most of the journey, we'll be running round after these hobbits- some barely out of their tweens, from the looks of it- and we will be wasting precious time" but he felt that it was wise not to show his disapproval at this early stage in the journey.

"So, my good sir, when will we be starting?" he asked Bullroarer, hoping to start a polite conversation, whilst eyeing the two blushing hobbits near them disapprovingly.