An innkeeper’s failed memory meant that the wizard’s counsel, sorely needed, had come too late. “Leave soon,” he had said, “do not use IT again.” But they had not left soon, and It had been used.
Stout-hearted Samwise mistrusted the stranger, but all that is gold does not glitter, and what looks foul may often be fair. He was Aragorn son of Arathorn, and he pledged them his life.
The Black Breath came to Bree, and darkness fell; but now Strider was with them.
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