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there have been a long few days on the road from Bree when i wrote to you last.
We are now close to home, in an encampment in the Trollshaws where we can almost smell the warm fires of our House. Almost there, one more push!
how distant the memory of Duillond is and it's not even that long ago that we have dined and rested there before we continued our journey.
Duillond being the usual stop before Celondim on my usual route, i know the traders and horse masters quite well. Therefore i could secure enough horses for everything, even a few spares plus all needed supplies and food.
you were right in urging me onwards to Thorin's Hall and i did make it just in the nick of time.
When i received word of the expedition to the dwarves, i had just arrived at Celondim with the group i was guiding. Your encouragement to press onward changed my mind and, without rest, i pushed for Thorin's.
Our kinsmen were already there for a long while as I arrived the night before the scheduled departure. But i did have time to enjoy the dwarves' ale.