The Protector of Kings

**REWORKING!!**
Previously posted story removed for editing.

"What do you want from me?" Gandalf's face grew dark and he scanned the room, his eyes finally landing on a dwarf sitting by himself across the Prancing Pony. I followed his gaze.
"I need you to keep him alive."
"If I accept, what do you need me to do?" She asked.
"I only ask that you come to a meeting two evenings from now, over in Hobbiton," he simply replied.
"And if I refuse?" she said.
"Then I can not guarantee that you won't regret it," Gandalf said, his eyes filled with promise, "And the fate of Middle Earth could once again fall into the hands of the enemy."