My father tells me that he once traveled to a strange land far beyond the Shire. It’s hard to believe him, of course. He weaves such wonderful tales. But the images! We found hundreds of drawings, detailing his adventures and I am hard pressed to disbelieve.
Still, he is old now, and my own adventures seem to be afoot these days. Today I was accosted by a black rider, looking for some of the Baggins clan. I’d just seen Frodo a little earlier, and I fear he may be this dark man’s target, but it seems like all Baggins are in danger — and maybe everyone in the Shire!
A pair of rangers confronted the rider, and one of them was gravely wounded. I accompanied them both to Archet, where I have been given work trying to find medicinal herbs in the surrounding hills, and convince the sheriff that there may be a threat.
If only my old Da could see me now! Another Hamgee, on another adventure!