In a lovely and still cool summer morning, on a small hill in Far Combe you could see a landscape that did not remind you in any way that the most terrible war of all times was gathering huge massed in order to decide the course of our world’s existence: a young girl in her early 20s, in some old short sleeved blouse and corsair leggings, her straight blonde hair loose on her back and bare feet in the fresh, green grass that’s shining its watery diamonds in the morning sun. She is mending her horse carefully, singing in low voice -and with no talent- a happy party tune.

Ileen, daughter of Djord, bridles her horse and listens carefully. She thinks she heard a sound she's not familiar with, could be a wolf but still is different. She can hear now only the wind in the trees around.As the sound does not repeat she continues to ride admiring the nice forest: very different from the green fields at home where trees are rare enough to be used as landmarks. She is now crossing the forest of Chetwood coming from Rohan to Bree.

Lavinia took a sip of her iced water and looked over her vain yard. The harvest was perhaps the best since she was a little girl, the grapes were at their apex of favour and their numbers were great indeed. She had to everyone she could get her hands on and harvest them quickly to make her sales. The Yard itself was massive. It was big enough for nearly five-Hundred people to work side by side in the great heat. A wooden wall ran all the way around the yard, almost making it a fortress. A great wooden barn housed the grapes ready to be sold and also home to Lavinia herself.

Today I Was On The Road To Bree When I Saw "Them", I'm Talking About Luwyn & Belegaran..Laughing As Usual. *Pulls A Face* I Reached Bree & Decided To Stop By The Prancing Pony, As Soon As I Got There I Was Troubled By Some Little Hobbit, He Asked Me Am I The Ale Lady? (The Rudeness Of Him!) He Then Asked Me To Reach A Tankard On Top Of A Barrel We Were Stood By (How Could He Of Seen That High?) And Fill It Up With Ale For Him Then He Would Tell Me A Story...