A long time after he had left to fight, Barodir returned, much like he had the previous night, but he had a look of victory upon his rough, bearded face. In his right hand, he held a sack, not larger than one that would carry a few coins.
"I'm sorry for the mess outside. I have stained your courtyard with both my blood and that of my opponent. But he has been smote, and I took his lifeless body to the water and left it to drift."
He then held the bag up. "I only hope I can return these to the White city in time." Out of the bag, he took out 4 golden decorative rings, and a pendant made of silver. He laughed to himself saying his trials have been over something so small and he almost died for the little pieces of metal.
"My steed is fast, but it would still take a long time with the route I must take."
The others seemed to still be in awe that a man with an injured arm was able to defeat a well armed Elf.
He asked the loudly so everyone could hear "Is there any way I can get to Minas Tirith faster?"...
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" If you don't let me in Frodo, I shall blow your door right down your hole and out through the hill."
-Gandalf
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