D-LIKE A VERY DIRTY DRAGON

Sam stepped over the broken door. The tables were smashed, the windows broken, and the floor was piled with dirt and debris. The bar was hacked and scarred. The shelves that once held gleaming tankards, plates and spoons were bare. But the building still stood, its ceiling beams were still there, and the huge fireplace at one end. It would take a deal of work, but The Green Dragon would be restored. He glanced back at the doorway, where Frodo stood, his face blank.

He knew before he spoke his words would not help. “It’s not your fault, Mr. Frodo.”