After today’s page, the sultan falls in love with me. We live happily ever after.
No, no, but it is page 1001.
As you can read in the title of the post, the four hobbits come to the small town of Frogmorton. There is an inn there at which they hope to spend the night. Unfortunately, their arrival is expected.
Another crowd of official-looking hobbits (deemed Shirriffs) await them with a sort of blockade. Though scared, the Shirriffs plan to arrest the scoundrels and bring them to the Chief’s own men. After a bit of arguing, Frodo contends that their plans are to go to Hobbiton anyway. Why bother with force? Somehow, this is agreed upon. Walking to the guardhouse where the four will spend the night (the inn is no more), Sam makes contact with a hobbit that he recognizes.
-Frogmorton: A small town about halfway between the Brandywine Bridge and Hobbiton. We weren’t here earlier because it’s on the road. The road was bad then.
–The Floating Log: The best part of Frogmorton: its inn. Sadly, not currently in operation.
-the Lockholes: These sound to be some sort of holding cells for wayward hobbits. Because they’re for hobbits, they’re probably not too bad.
-Robin Smallburrow: A hobbit that Sam knows. It’s a small world in the Shire, after all.
What an ineffectual bunch these Shirriffs are. When Frodo suggests that they go to Hobbiton under their own power, the leader of the Shirriffs simply says: “Very well, Mr. Baggins, but don’t forget I’ve arrested you.” Yes, some arrest.
I’d call all this a formality, but it’s not even troubling Frodo and friends that much. They have a plan, and it’s working. That’s all there is to it. The Shirriffs can posture all they want, but that’s all they know how to do.
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Well, you can see the cause of our troubles today. Curse those Shirriffs!
Ah, yes, that’s the actual plot right now. Synchronicity, friends!
No one dies today.
“‘You’re Hobbiton-bred and…'”