(This tale happens on the way to the market described by Duncadda in his tale The Bancross Mystery: Problems and Pains. )

From Applecider Bolingbroke, being sent by Quick Post from her lodgings at the Ivy Bush at Hobbiton-Bywater, to Lancogard North-took, Hon. Deputy-Shirriff of the Northfarthing:

Most Excellent Sir, 

With any luck, ye an’ the Bounders be experiencing a day or so of thoroughly uninterrupted lull.

It was a misty, winter morning in the fair village of Towerglan. The sun shone brightly across the pale blue expanse stretching above the hills, gentle sparkles of reflection shining in turn from grass and cobble as frosted dew had begun to melt. Amidst the quiet air surrounding the settlement stood Dagramir, his dark-clothed frame sticking out sorely in the light of day as he settled outside the front door of his little cottage.

I have returned to Bree for the first time after leaving, coming back from a long journey that had taken me through the Shire and up to Evendim. Somewhere along the way, though the details are fuzzy and I don't remember how, I lost Oranthir along the road. We simply parted ways and I cannot for the life of me recall why, or what happened.

At once there he was again, leading Bread, his now tired and weary horse, to The Prancing Pony. Bread seems displeased with him as he tugs at the reins. Stitches looks over his shoulder at Bread with a sigh as the Bree rain patters on his hood, and his boots slosh through the muck, "Come on now, Bread...I didn't want to bring your friend out in this weather. I won't be here long and then we can go home, alright?"

The huntsman stared down the shaft of his arrow. A wolf had wandered onto his property, slowly making its way to his chickens... Again.

He hesitated, feeling the lines between reality and the spirit world waver. His grief and sorrow had already weakened them. He had seen the departed from his life all day. It had only been a day.

He swore he saw Lancthis playing in the streets. 

He saw his mother sitting at the hearth, spinning thread.

He saw Wulf working at one of the forges in Bree.

He saw Kitt losing herself to drink once more.

{NOTE:  The following is a letter addressed to Lancogard North-took of the Shire, delivered to him by direct eagle-post (which he keeps pressed in his Life-book)}

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon