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'I hope not； indeed；' said Butterbur。 'But spooks or no spooks； they won't get in The Pony so easy。 Don't you worry till the morning。 Nob'll say no word。 No black man shall pass my doors； while I can stand on my legs。 Me and my folk'll keep watch tonight； but you had best get some sleep； if you can。'
'In any case we must be called at dawn；' said Frodo。 'We must get off as early as possible。 Breakfast at six…thirty； please。'
'Right！ I'll see to the orders；' said the landlord。 'Good night； Mr。 Baggins … Underhill； I should say！ Good night … now； bless me！ Where's your Mr。 Brandybuck？'
'I don't know；' said Frodo with sudden anxiety。 They had forgotten all about Merry； and it was getting late。 'I am afraid he is out。 He said something about going for a breath of air。'
'Well； you do want looking after and no mistake： your party might be on a holiday！' said Butterbur。 'I must go and bar the doors quick； but I'll see your friend is let in when he es。 I'd better send Nob to look for him。 Good night to you all！' At last Mr。 Butterbur went out； with another doubtful look at Strider and a shake of his head。 His footsteps retreated down the passage。
'Well？' said Strider。 'When are you going to open that letter？' Frodo looked carefully at the seal before he broke it。 It seemed certainly to be Gandalf's。 Inside； written in the wizard's strong but graceful script； was the following message：
THE PRANCING PONY； BREE。 Midyear's Day； Shire Year； 1418。
Dear Frodo；
Bad news has reached me here。 I must go off at once。 You had better leave Bag End soon； and get out of the Shire before the end of July at latest。 I will return as soon as I can； and I will follow you； if I find that you are gone。 Leave a message for me here； if you pass through Bree。 You can trust the landlord （Butterbur）。 You may meet a friend of mine on the Road： a Man； lean； dark； tall； by some called Strider。 He knows our business and will help you。 Make for Rivendell。 There I hope we may meet again。 If I do not e； Elrond will advise you。
Yours in haste
GANDALF。
PS。 Do NOT use It again； not far any reason whatever！ Do not travel by night！
PPS。 Make sure that it is the real Strider。 There are many strange men on the roads。 His true name is Aragorn。
All that is gold does not glitter；
Not all those who wander are lost；
The old that is strong does not wither；
Deep roots are not reached by the frost。
From the ashes a fire shall be woken；
A light from the shadows shall spring；
Renewed shall be blade that was broken；
The crownless again shall be king。
PPPS。 I hope Butterbur sends this promptly。 A worthy man； but his memory is like a lumber…roam： thing wanted always buried。 If he forgets； I shall roast him。
Fare Well！
Frodo read the letter to himself； and then passed it to Pippin and Sam。 'Really old Butterbur has made a mess of things！' he said。 'He deserves roasting。 If I had got this at once； we might all have been safe in Rivendell by now。 But what can have happened to Gandalf？ He writes as if he was going into great danger。'
'He has been doing that for many years；' said Strider。
Frodo turned and looked at him thoughtfully； wondering about Gandalf's second postscript。 'Why didn't you tell me that you were Gandalf's friend at once？' he asked。 'It would have saved time。'
'Would it？ Would any of you have believed me till now？' said Strider。 'I knew nothing of this letter。 For all I knew I had to persuade you to trust me without proofs； if I was to help you。 In any case； I did not intend to tell you all about myself at once。 I had to study you first； and make sure of you。 The Enemy has set traps for me before now。 As soon as I had made up my mind； I was ready to tell you whatever you asked。 But I must admit；' he added with a queer laugh； 'that I hoped you would take to me for my own sake。 A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship。 But there； I believe my looks are against me。'
'They are … at first sight at any rate；' laughed Pippin with sudden relief after reading Gandalf's letter。 'But handsome is as handsome does； as we say in the Shire； and I daresay we shall all look much the same after lying for days in hedges and ditches。'
'It would take more than a few days； or weeks； or years； of wandering in the Wild to make you look like Strider；' he answered。 'And you would die first； unless you are made of sterner stuff than you look to be。'
Pippin subsided； but Sam was not daunted； and he still eyed Strider dubiously。 'How do we know you are the Strider that Gandalf speaks about？' he demanded。 'You never mentioned Gandalf； till this letter came out。 You might be a play…acting spy； for all I can see； trying to get us to go with you。 You might have done in the real Strider and took his clothes。 What have you to say to that？'
'That you are a stout fellow；' answered Strider； 'but I am afraid my only answer to you； Sam Gamgee； is this。 If I had killed the real Strider； I could kill you。 And I should have killed you already without so much talk。 If I was after the Ring； I could have it … NOW！'
He stood up； and seemed suddenly to grow taller。 In his eyes gleamed a light； keen and manding。 Throwing back his cloak； he laid his hand on the hilt of a sword that had hung concealed by his side。 They did not dare to move。 Sam sat wide…mouthed staring at him dumbly。
'But I am the real Strider； fortunately；' he said； looking down at them with his face softened by a sudden smile。 'I am Aragorn son of Arathorn； and if by life or death I can save you； I will。'
There was a long silence。 At last Frodo spoke with hesitation。 'I believed that you were a friend before the letter came；' he said； 'or at least I wished to。 You have frightened me several times tonight； but never in the way that servants of the Enemy would； or so I imagine。 I think one of his spies would … well； seem fairer and feel fouler； if you understand。'
'I see；' laughed Strider。 'I look foul and feel fair。 Is that it？ All that is gold does not glitter； not all those who wander are lost。'
'Did the verses apply to you then？' asked Frodo。 'I could not make out what they were about。 But how did you know that they were in Gandalf's letter； if you have never seen it？'
'I did not know；' he answered。 'But I am Aragorn； and those verses go with that name。' He drew out his sword； and they saw that the blade was indeed broken a foot below the hilt。 'Not much use is it； Sam？' said Strider。 'But the time is near when it shall be forged anew。'
Sam said nothing。
'Well；' said Strider； 'with Sam's permission we will call that settled。 Strider shall be your guide。 We shall have a rough road tomorrow。 Even if we are allowed to leave Bree unhindered； we can hardly hope now to leave it unnoticed。 But I shall try to get lost as soon as possible。 I know one or two ways out of Bree…land other than the main road。 If once we shake off the pursuit； I shall make for Weathertop。'
'Weathertop？' said Sam。 'What's that？'
'It is a hill； just to the north of the Road； about half way from here to Rivendell。 It mands a wide view all round； and there we shall have a chance to look about us。 Gandalf will make for that point； if he follows us。 After Weathertop our journey will bee more difficult； and we shall have to choose between various dangers。'
'When did you last see Gandalf？' asked Frodo。 'Do you know where he is； or what he is doing？'
Strider looked grave。 'I do not know；' he said。 'I came west with him in the spring。 I have often kept watch on the borders of the Shire in the last few years； when he was busy elsewhere。 He seldom left it unguarded。 We last met on the first of May： at Sam Ford down the Brandywine。 He told me that his business with you had gone well； and that you would be starting for Rivendell in the last week of September。 As I knew he was at your side； I went away on a journey of my own。 And that has proved ill； for plainly some news reached him； and I was not at hand to help。
'I am troubled； for the first time since I have known him。 We should have had messages； even if he could not e himself。 When I returned； many days ago； I heard the ill news。 The tidings had gone far and wide that Gandalf was missing and the horsemen had been seen。 It was the Elven…folk of Gildor that told me this； and later they told me that you had left your home； but there was no news of your leaving Buckland。 I have been watching the East Road anxiously。'
'Do you think the Black Riders have anything to do with it … with Gandalf's absence； I mean？' asked Frodo。
'I do not know of anything else that could have hindered him； except the Enemy himself；' said Strider。 'But do not give up hope！ Gandalf is greater than you Shire…folk know … as a rule you can only see his jokes and toys。 But this business of ours will be his greatest task。'
Pippin yawned。 'I am sorry；' he said； 'but I am dead tired。 In spite of all the danger and worry I must go to bed； or sleep where I sit。 Where is that silly fellow； Merry？ It would be the last straw； if we had to go out in the dark to look for him。'
At that moment they heard a door slam； then feet came running along the passage。 Merry came in with a rush followed