Ferdinand was riding to the gate of Bree a late night. It was raining and Ferdinand was cold and hungry. He stayed outside the get. He knocked the gate and a man opened it. He said; "Welcome, young hobbit. I guess you'r staying at the inn tonight?"
"Yes, sir", Ferdinand said gently. He led his horse to the stable and gave it some food and fresh water. He walked over to the inn and sat down at the bardisk and ha an ale. He removed his darkgreen cape that had coverd his face. The other guests now saw that he was a hobbit whit green eyes and brown curly hair.
He sat alone and orderd some chicken. Chicken was his favourite meal. He looked around at the inn that was dark. It was just a few lights. He saw a few dwarves talking about gold and adventures and two elves that talked very fast and excited.
He saw a couple of chairs in front of a fireplace. When he got his chickenmeal he moved over to the chairs and sat down i one.
He saw someone sitting beside him.
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'A wizard is never late, Frodo Baggins, he comes precisely when he means to.' ~Gandalf
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