Merry and Pippin were leaving the Green Dragon in a state of such excitement that they did not notice the small red fox that nimbly slipped between their feet and dashed into the bar before the massive oak door slammed shut. And this was very odd, considering that the fox was sporting a bright pink patch of spiky hair on the top of his head, and was carrying a small leather pouch slung across his shoulder.
The fox scampered across the polished floor of the Dragon, dodging the feet of Hobbits, Men and Elves, and with a light spring, landed on top of the bar itself, amongst the glasses and crockery.
Here he doffed his pouch, and rummaging around in it with his nose, pulled out a much crumpled and travel stained letter. This he took in his mouth, and standing on his hind legs, he scanned the faces in the room, as if looking for someone who matched a description he had been given.
The letter was addressed:
The Lady Piosenniel
Green Dragon, Bywater, The Shire.
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