8. At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
"Who is he?" Frodo asked the innkeeper when he had a chance. "You didn't introduce him."
"Him?" Butterbur whispered in response. "Just one of the wandering folk; Rangers. Funny you should ask."
As Butterbur was called away, the stranger caught Frodo's eye and waved him over.
"My name is Halbarad," he said softly. "I am pleased to meet you, Master... Underhill."
Another one that was inspired by Dwimordene's 2008 100 word AU birthday request.
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