Hobbit

Me grandpa made a wooden boat
A little one with tiny sails
He carved me name into its hull
The finest toy I ever had

We let it in the river float
And then he told the wildest tales
The summer day was never dull
Me grandpa always made me glad

Come here hobbits
Let me tell you a story from our northern lands
Where a young lad woke one day
Felt the need to go out of bounds
“I’ll go far away to see the sights
“Adventure is calling me on
“Dwarrows and elves, menfolk too
“Waiting for me far from my Shire home”

Dogward pressed his hands down along the old olive-green hauberk he'd just donned. It was wrinkled, a result of spending too long packed under his other belongings. No matter. It was nothing a brisk walk through the damp morning air wouldn't smooth out.

Two black eyes peered through the light foliage in the early morning twilight.  A body slumbered not far ahead, with yellow fur covering only the tops of its head and feet.  Roughly half as large as many that walked upright, it would appear almost peaceful if not for the sharp, pointed objects at its side, no doubt used for piercing and stabbing.  Despite any potential danger, breakfast drew in those

After Katrandil was mostly healthy, our three friends made their way out of Forochel and went back to Evendim. They camped in Parth Aduial, in the High King's Crossing, where some other rangers had also camped. 

^{_{[This is also where Ornessar saw The Unpleasant Dream. More about it can be found in http://laurelinarchives.org/node/39111]}}