3. Waiting- by Edoraslass
He lurks in the shadows of the common room, as it sometimes seems he has lurked in the shadows of Middle Earth his entire life.
His canny eyes see everything - the money that changes hands between two boorish men in the far corner, the candle that is about to be tipped over by a drunken hobbit‘s wild arm-waving, the approving way the serving girl eyes him, the cat which stalks grandly under and over tables as if it, too, is a king awaiting a throne.
He draws deeply on his pipe, waiting with a patience so ingrained that he no longer realizes he possesses it.
His time is approaching; he can feel it in his bones. It will not be easy, nor will it be bloodless. But it is the only way.
The door to the inn opens, and four hobbits enter. He sees a swift, sharp flash of gold underneath the shirt of the eldest, and for an eternity that lasts only the blink of an eye, he is filled with inexplicable terror.
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