They had fallen in together at the Prancing Pony, both travelling to Rivendell. The wizard was known to all, but had not marked his companion for aught but another Ranger. Only the following day, when he caught sight of the ring, did he guess.
In the wavering light of their campfire, sharing a pipe, Gandalf coaxed the young man to reveal his dreams. A great doom, a great trial…
Gandalf blinked. Then he smiled.
Another chance meeting in Bree; another opportunity for mutual aid.
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[Gandalf:] “When you think of the great Battle of Pelennor, do not forget the Battle of Dale. Think of what might have been. Dragon-fire and savage swords in Eriador! There might be no Queen in Gondor. We might now only hope to return from the victory here to ruin and ash. But that has been averted – because I met Thorin Oakenshield one evening on the edge of spring not far from Bree. A chance-meeting, as we say in Middle-earth."
That day therefore Elrond called him by his true name, and told him who he was and whose son; and he delivered to him the heirlooms of his house.
"Here is the ring of Barahir," he said, "the token of our kinship from afar; and here also are the shards of Narsil. With these you may yet do great deeds; for I foretell that the span of your life shall be greater than the measure of Men, unless evil befalls you or you fail at the test. But the test will be hard and long. The Sceptre of Annúminas I withhold, for you have yet to earn it."
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