Gird entered the inn, and looked about himself. He noticed, of course, a lot of hobbits, and also something that made him wonder, why are almost all of the elves and men wearing hoods and cloaks?
He looked up, and noticing a hood, realized that he himself was wearing a hooded cloak. He pulled it off quickly and threw it onto the floor in disgust. He hated being like everyone else.
He was the rebel fish in life. Swimming against the current, taking the hard route on purpose. This hadn't always been the greatest for him, as he made lots of mistakes.
But he was one, that could not be taught easily to change. He was the kind that learned only from mistakes he made himself. And, since he didn't take much advice from others, these mistakes happened often.
Indeed, he had learned alot.
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"Good heavens! Don't pretend that goblins can't count. They can. Twelve isn't fifteen and they know it."
Beorn
"I am Ugluk, I command."
Ugluk
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