Fellowship of the Ring - Drabbled, The
9. At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
The company – big and little people alike – is friendly enough, but what are the intentions of the mysterious 'Strider', who is watching them with gleaming eyes from underneath a dark hood?
There is good drink and a fine song, but then the Ring slips on Frodo's finger, and all is revealed – though little, or rather nothing, is seen.
Swarthy men slink away quietly together, and there are invitations for private talks – more questions no doubt.
~ by Sapphire
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