At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
[Indistinct chatter, the town is full of large and intimidating people] Watch where you're going!
[They reach the Prancing Pony. It is full of patrons and conversation]
Frodo: Excuse me.
Barliman: Good evening little masters! What can I do for you? If you're looking for accommodation, we've got some nice, cozy, hobbit-sized rooms available. Always proud to cater to Little Folk, Mister uh--?
Frodo: Underhill. My name's Underhill.
Barliman: Underhill, yes...
Frodo: We're friends of Gandalf the Grey, can you tell him we've arrived?
Barliman: Gandalf? Gandalf? Oh, yes,I remember. Elderly chap, big grey beard, pointy hat. Not seen him for six months.
Sam: What do we do now?
[The hobbits are alone at a table, unsure of what to do]
Frodo: Sam, he'll be here. He'll come.
[Merry arrives at the table with a drink]
Pippin: What's that?
Merry: This, my friend, is a pint.
Pippin: It comes in pints?
[Merry makes an affirmative noise, already drinking]
Pippin: I'm getting one!
Sam: You've got a whole half already!
[Pippin goes to the bar, attracting the attention of Bill Ferney]
Sam: That fellow's done nothing but stare at you since we arrived.
Frodo: Excuse me. That man in the corner. Who is he?
Barliman: He's one of them rangers. dangerous folk they are, roaming the wilds. What his right name is I've never heard, but round here, he's known as Strider.
Frodo: Strider...
[Frodo toys with the ring]
[starting indistinct, but growing louder] Ring: Baggins...Baggins...Baggins...Baggins...Baggins!
Pippin: Baggins! Sure I know a Baggins! He's over there, Frodo Baggins. He's my second cousin, once removed on his mother's side, and my...[becomes indistinct as Frodo pushes through to get to him. Various shouts of "Watch it!" accompany Frodo]
Frodo: Pippin!
Pippin: Steady on!
[Frodo falls, accidently putting the ring on in the process. The Ringwraiths scream and turn their horses towards Bree. Frodo finds himself in a shadowy reflection of the world.]
Sauron: You cannot hide...I see you! There is no life in the void. Only death.
[Frodo pulls off the ring, only to be grabbed and taken upstairs by Strider]
Strider: You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mr. Underhill.
Frodo: What do you want?
Strider: A little more caution from you, that is no trinket you carry.
Frodo: I carry nothing.
Strider: Indeed. I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift.
Frodo: Who are you?
Strider: Are you frightened?
Frodo: Yes.
Strider: Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you.
[Sam, Merry, and Pippin burst into the room]
Sam: Let him go or I'll have you, Longshanks!
Strider: You have a stout heart little hobbit, but that will not save you. You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo. They are coming.
[Indistinct chatter, the town is full of large and intimidating people] Watch where you're going!
[They reach the Prancing Pony. It is full of patrons and conversation]
Frodo: Excuse me.
Barliman: Good evening little masters! What can I do for you? If you're looking for accommodation, we've got some nice, cozy, hobbit-sized rooms available. Always proud to cater to Little Folk, Mister uh--?
Frodo: Underhill. My name's Underhill.
Barliman: Underhill, yes...
Frodo: We're friends of Gandalf the Grey, can you tell him we've arrived?
Barliman: Gandalf? Gandalf? Oh, yes,I remember. Elderly chap, big grey beard, pointy hat. Not seen him for six months.
Sam: What do we do now?
[The hobbits are alone at a table, unsure of what to do]
Frodo: Sam, he'll be here. He'll come.
[Merry arrives at the table with a drink]
Pippin: What's that?
Merry: This, my friend, is a pint.
Pippin: It comes in pints?
[Merry makes an affirmative noise, already drinking]
Pippin: I'm getting one!
Sam: You've got a whole half already!
[Pippin goes to the bar, attracting the attention of Bill Ferney]
Sam: That fellow's done nothing but stare at you since we arrived.
Frodo: Excuse me. That man in the corner. Who is he?
Barliman: He's one of them rangers. dangerous folk they are, roaming the wilds. What his right name is I've never heard, but round here, he's known as Strider.
Frodo: Strider...
[Frodo toys with the ring]
[starting indistinct, but growing louder] Ring: Baggins...Baggins...Baggins...Baggins...Baggins!
Pippin: Baggins! Sure I know a Baggins! He's over there, Frodo Baggins. He's my second cousin, once removed on his mother's side, and my...[becomes indistinct as Frodo pushes through to get to him. Various shouts of "Watch it!" accompany Frodo]
Frodo: Pippin!
Pippin: Steady on!
[Frodo falls, accidently putting the ring on in the process. The Ringwraiths scream and turn their horses towards Bree. Frodo finds himself in a shadowy reflection of the world.]
Sauron: You cannot hide...I see you! There is no life in the void. Only death.
[Frodo pulls off the ring, only to be grabbed and taken upstairs by Strider]
Strider: You draw far too much attention to yourself, Mr. Underhill.
Frodo: What do you want?
Strider: A little more caution from you, that is no trinket you carry.
Frodo: I carry nothing.
Strider: Indeed. I can avoid being seen if I wish, but to disappear entirely, that is a rare gift.
Frodo: Who are you?
Strider: Are you frightened?
Frodo: Yes.
Strider: Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you.
[Sam, Merry, and Pippin burst into the room]
Sam: Let him go or I'll have you, Longshanks!
Strider: You have a stout heart little hobbit, but that will not save you. You can no longer wait for the wizard, Frodo. They are coming.