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door of the lodge beyond it, there was a man sitting. He jumped up and fetched a lantern and looked over the gate at them in surprise.'What do you want, and where do you come from?' he asked gruffly.'We are making for the inn here,' answered Frodo. 'We are journeying east and cannot go further tonight.''Hobbits! Four hobbits! And what's more, out of the Shire by their talk,' said the gatekeeper, softly as if speaking to himself. He stared at them darkly for a moment, and then slowly opened the gate and let them ride through.'We don't often see Shire-folk riding on the Road at night,' he went on, as they halted a moment by his door. 'You'll pardon my wondering what takes you away east of Bree! What may your names be, might I ask?''Our names and our are our own, and this does not seem a good place to discuss them,' said Frodo, not liking the look of the man or the tone of his voice.'Your business is your own, no doubt,' said the man; 'but it's my ask questions after nightfall.''We are hobbits from Buckland, and we have a fancy to travel and to stay at the inn here,' put in Merry. 'I am Mr. Brandybuck. Is that enough for you? The Bree-folk used to be fair-spoken to travellers, or so I had heard.'