"I should like to save the Shire, if I could - though there have been times when I thought the inhabitants too stupid and dull for words, and have felt that an earthquake or an invasion of dragons might be good for them. But I don't feel like that now. I feel that as long as the Shire lies behind, safe and comfortable, I shall find wandering more bearable: I shall know that somewhere there is a firm foothold, even if my feet cannot stand there again."
“Perhaps to some, but not all. If you care for names, mine is Frodo, not ‘wimpy’.”
A pause.
"So your excitement is fighting those who might very well kill you? Well! There are all sorts of things in this world I’ve yet to understand, this wouldn’t be the first. Glad it isn’t innocent folk, at the least.”
"Hmph. Don’t even bother trying to figure me out. Just accept it for what it is and forget about it.” Her reasons for doing the things she did were known to her alone. And she intended to keep it that way. “Frodo, right? Not the worse name I’ve heard. Call me Juri.”
“Oh, needn’t worry Miss Juri. I don’t think I’m quite capable of understand that sort of thing,” Frodo said rather frankly, but still within politeness. He raised a brow. “And what would be a ‘worst’ name?”
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