"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."
“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?”
“…” Truth be told she couldn’t think of any names at the moment. Names weren’t really her thing, so she’d been placed in an awkward position. She hated beng placed in awkward positions. “Whatever name is worse than yours, I don’t know! What kind of fucking question is that anyway?”
His lips almost twitched at the silence that followed. It seemed this violent new ‘friend’ of his wasn’t much for contemplation, at least, in name-making.
“Well, you say you know of worse names, so I was quite curious. My parents were quite fond of my name as does my Uncle. It hasn’t caused any particular problems. Though I suppose not having something to fight is much worse?”
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