It was a good day in Bree. Sun was shining on the market square as the company entered, their carts and packs with wares behind them. Amaken and others passed through the south gate with people watching with interest as they stop and set their stands near the Boar fountain. He looked quickly at everyone's faces. Everyone was in somewhat good mood, as it was the first organized market in a long time.

Torech Besruth, Falathlorn, Lindon

8 Coirë in the Reckoning of Imladris 

Just as the whispers of the nightwatch sentries in Haldrith could be heard around the darkened ruins in the heart of Thinglad, a notable clattering broke the quiet as Xandilif rode in, dropping off her horse before the beast had come to a stop and looked around for her companions. She noted them near a fire, wearily tending to their gear and animals. 

Amaken could not explain how he felt when he and Anastasiar returned to Bree-lands. Familiar sight of their home, its warmth and overall feeling of happiness and safety made him smile. 

The chill howl of the warg broke the night’s silence.

The woman turned to her husband, a questioning look on her face.