There is nothing like a night in a cold barrow to set your heart and mind firmly racing at the thought of a nice pint of Barliman’s best brew. So I left as early as I could, making my way towards the town of Bree.
I muttered a few angry words at the sight of Harry Goatleaf. I have never trusted him! Plus he has a bit of halitosis.
The Prancing Pony was as welcoming as ever. I spent a short while talking to Barliman Butterbur, whilst waiting for my beautiful daughter Rubyrae to join me. For a young lass, she can certainly manage her ales!
I was very touched that, on her arrival, she had baked me a huge cake. She had carried it all the way from the Shire by horseback, and surprisingly it was perfectly intact. She has not yet achieved the same quality of baking as me, but I can tell that she has the ability in her genes!
We both joined the rest of the party in the main inn after we had eaten. Well you can’t beat a good sing-a-long after a pint. I managed to remember most of the words to “There is an inn, a merry old inn”, but I was quite surprised at the unrest and discomfort this caused to the onlookers. Its as if it provided some unwelcome memories. Or maybe it was just my singing!
It has been the most pleasant of days, and it was great to see Rubyrae again. I will soon be venturing into lands far too dangerous for her to follow me into, and I will really miss her. My only complaint is that I tried to get in to see Strider but his door was firmly shut. How rude!