Short Cuts Make for Long Delays
‘First check,’ Pippin said grimly. Inside his head, of course, he was thinking, I told you so! ...but he’d never say such a thing to Frodo. Not, at least, until they were sitting comfortable over mugs of beer, though such seemed a dim prospect at the moment.
Just then, Sam clutched at Frodo’s arm with an urgent, ‘Look!’
Behind them, a black figure stooped over their trail.
Frodo led them plunging into cover.
Frodo didn’t say, I told you so, for it would go better over beer and vittles, somewhere far from here. Instead, he said, ‘We were both right!’