To Bree
The hobbits go on ferry to Bree
- It is dark, they have been running for some time, watching for the Rider.
- Merry:
- Do you see anything?
- Frodo:
- Nothing.
- Merry:
That dark rider was looking for something, or someone. Frodo?
- Rider:
- appears in the distance
- Pippin:
- Get down!
- Frodo:
- I have to leave the Shire. Sam and I have to get to Bree.
- Merry:
- Bucklebury ferry. Follow me.
- They run, but the horse is right behind them. Frodo gets separated from the rest, who get to the ferry ahead of him.
- Merry:
- Sam, get the ropes!
- All:
- Run, Frodo! Come on!
- The Rider is right behind Frodo. Frodo jumps off the dock, and just makes it onto the ferry. The Rider stops at the water's edge.
- Frodo:
- Where is the nearest crossing?
- Merry:
- Brandywine bridge. Twenty miles.
- They look back to see three Riders now, heading for the bridge.
- The hobbits arrive at Bree, in the pouring rain, knock on the gate. Guard answers. Seeing no one at the window, he opens the lower window.
- Guard:
- What do you want?
- Frodo:
- We are headed for the Prancing Pony.
- Guard:
- Hobbits. Four hobbits! What business brings you to Bree?
- Frodo:
- We wish to stay at the inn. Our business is our own.
- Guard:
- Very well, young sir, didn't mean no offence by it. It's my job to ask questions after nightfall. There's been talk of some strange folk about. Can't be too careful.
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