[ The walk from the library feels shorter than it should, and it was hard to resist the temptation of slipping back into his room and delaying this to tomorrow or the day after.
A few pieces of paper rolled up in his left hand, he stops by her door and waits to draw a breath before knocking. He wonders if this is how it felt for Bilbo to wander into a dragon's lair to exchange riddles. Only this time the dragon has no indestructible armor and he means to protect it rather than harm it, which seems even more difficult. ]
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A few pieces of paper rolled up in his left hand, he stops by her door and waits to draw a breath before knocking. He wonders if this is how it felt for Bilbo to wander into a dragon's lair to exchange riddles. Only this time the dragon has no indestructible armor and he means to protect it rather than harm it, which seems even more difficult. ]
Your Majesty? It is I, Frodo.