Rose's small voice came wafting through the hole. "I'm a friend. A young lass whose feet are just as hairy as your own. So please don't bludgeon me. My uncle Perry is outside, and he'd just like to talk with you. He isn't trying to take your burrow away. He says Frodo should remember him."
"And I'm to remind Frodo with this----'remember the old days when you helped a frightened junior ranger chasing after a pretty hobbit lass.'--whatever that means." Rose did wonder exactly what that meant.
Cautiously, Rose took a step forward, and stuck her head inside the burrow.
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