This journey so far has been full of way too many close calls. Sure, luck is nice, but at some point you have to realize that maybe fate just wants things to go a certain way. I like fate, for some reason or another. If you’re Frodo, you have to be practically on your knees worshiping fate at this point.
You see, when Gandalf arrived in Hobbiton, he talked to the Gaffer. Among many grumbles about the Sackville-Bagginses, the old Gaffer relays that a black rider visited Bag End the very night that Frodo set out. Riding with haste, Gandalf finds that the black horsemen also knocked down the door of Frodo’s new residence in Crickhollow. A cloak, belonging to Frodo, lies on the floor. Fearing the worst, Gandalf tracks the riders to Bree, where he’s just about ready to kill Butterbur.
Butterbur comes out alive! He tells Gandalf that the four hobbits wound up in the company of Aragorn. Oh joyous news! Butterbur thinks he’s done wrong, but Gandalf hugs the living fear right out of him.
Yes, hugs, because Gandalf is a nice wizard. I’m not kidding. Gandalf is so happy that Frodo isn’t dead that he hugs Butterbur.
It’s handy too that Aragorn is the one to have picked the hobbits up. Butterbur’s all worried because he finds Aragorn to be a little…unsavory. In reality, he’s the most knowledgeable, battle-ready man that the hobbits could have wandered into. It’s like being lost in the jungles of India and running into Bagheera.
In fact, Gandalf is so happy that he is finally able to rest, if only just for a night. Because, you know, even though Frodo has found Aragorn, he’s not being chased by undead terrors or anything.
Words My Computer Didn’t Like:
WHAT? Possessive problems? And I am a little confused why “wilful” only has one “l” in the middle.
Anyway, seriously, I would still be worried if I were Gandalf. Everything clearly still didn’t wind up totally 100% a-okay. Frodo got STABBED.
“‘”Now I can take a night’s rest, the first since I have forgotten when.”‘”