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'
You
had
better
do
something
quick
!
'
whispered
Strider
in
his
ear
.
Frodo
jumped
up
and
stood
on
a
table
,
and
began
to
talk
.
The
attention
of
Pippin
's
audience
was
disturbed
.
Some
of
the
hobbits
looked
at
Frodo
and
laughed
and
clapped
,
thinking
that
Mr.
Underhill
had
taken
as
much
ale
as
was
good
for
him
.
Frodo
suddenly
felt
very
foolish
,
and
found
himself
(
as
was
his
habit
when
making
a
speech
)
fingering
the
things
in
his
pocket
.
He
felt
the
Ring
on
its
chain
,
and
quite
unaccountably
the
desire
came
over
him
to
slip
it
on
and
vanish
out
of
the
silly
situation
.
It
seemed
to
him
,
somehow
,
as
if
the
suggestion
came
to
him
from
outside
,
from
someone
or
something
in
the
room
.
He
resisted
the
temptation
firmly
,
and
clasped
the
Ring
in
his
hand
,
as
if
to
keep
a
hold
on
it
and
prevent
it
from
escaping
or
doing
any
mischief
.
At
any
rate
it
gave
him
no
inspiration
.
He
spoke
'
a
few
suitable
words
'
,
as
they
would
have
said
in
the
Shire
:
We
are
all
very
much
gratified
by
the
kindness
of
your
reception
,
and
I
venture
to
hope
that
my
brief
visit
will
help
to
renew
the
old
ties
of
friendship
between
the
Shire
and
Bree
;
and
then
he
hesitated
and
coughed
.
Everyone
in
the
room
was
now
looking
at
him
.
'
A
song
!
'
shouted
one
of
the
hobbits
.
'
A
song
!
A
song
!
'
shouted
all
the
others
.
'
Come
on
now
,
master
,
sing
us
something
that
we
have
n't
heard
before
!
'
For
a
moment
Frodo
stood
gaping
.
Then
in
desperation
he
began
a
ridiculous
song
that
Bilbo
had
been
rather
fond
of
(
and
indeed
rather
proud
of
,
for
he
had
made
up
the
words
himself
)
.
It
was
about
an
inn
;
and
that
is
probably
why
it
came
into
Frodo
's
mind
just
then
.
Here
it
is
in
full
.
Only
a
few
words
of
it
are
now
,
as
a
rule
,
remembered
.
There
is
an
inn
,
a
merry
old
inn
beneath
an
old
grey
hill
,
And
there
they
brew
a
beer
so
brown
That
the
Man
in
the
Moon
himself
came
down
