Seemed silly not to stop at the Green Dragon on the way to Hobbiton, so I did. Barmy Rootknot was getting set for afternoon teatime so I filled him in, and he thanked me with a cup of Ruby Wine, 1404 I think was the vintage.
It's only polite to take a drink when offered. Suitably refreshed, I went on my way.
After a nice bit o' fish from the river, I continued westwise to pass the news to Ponto at the Log, I'd never hear the end of it if wee Grubb knew something he didn't.
Ponto made sure I tasted his Toad's Tongue ale, he thinks it'll win the Four Farthings but it's an acquired taste, not my cup of toad if you know what I mean.
Brenin Crus