Fear was ever in my heart for my friends in the Shire; but still I had some hope. I hoped that Frodo had set forth at once, as my letter had urged, and that he reached Rivendell before the deadly pursuit began. And both my fear and hope proved ill-founded. For my hope was founded on a fat man in Bree; and my fear was founded on the cunning of Sauron. But fat men who sell ale have many calls to answer; and the power of Sauron is still less than fear makes it.
—from Lord of The Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring, a book by J.R.R Tolkien
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