"I am Lord Adam Madeupname the Snowman of the firm of Bombadil and Forn," said the stranger in the characteristic Forodois accent (missing Rs, weird diphthongs, and all). "I am come to buy your investment in the company of M. Morrie."
"Take it and welcome," replied Boromir, making out the form with alacrity. "I've never seen such a drug on the market in all my born days. Neither myself nor any of the other creditors has much hope of being repaid – except, no doubt, the sturdy dwarves."
"I will pay in cash, double the amount you feared to lose on account of M. Morrie's embarrassment," said Lord Adam.
"This can't be very profitable for you," observed Boromir. "From M. Morrie you may be able to dig out an heirloom, but hardly the riches of the Kings of Men."
"That is Bombadil and Forn's concern, not mine," replied the Snowman. "Perhaps they seek to hasten the fall of a rival house, or perhaps they have obtained world dominion through the power of the Ring. It is nothing to me. I ask only one thing. Can you give me any documented information about the abbé Frodia? He lent me boats once; and I heard later that he had somehow ended up in Locqueholles."
