Falco
"You won't be getting rid of me that easily. Remember who saved your hide up on that hill back there. If it weren't for us sensible hobbits, you'd all be slaves or dead by now! Isn't that right, Gorby? Anson?"
He turned to them for support. They looked away. Come to think of it, they'd been part of the trouble in the first place. Wet behind the ears is what they are.
"Anyhow, I'm not going back to Bree. Not yet. You need me. That's plain to see as the hair on my feet. But who will go back to Bree? Someone has to take these folks there, and all this cattle and wagons full of grain and whatnot, it's a tall order if you ask me."
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