Bree

A Short Trip to Bree

During my time in The Shire I had heard a lot about the town of Bree, home to the tall folk and with buildings of stone and thatch reaching up to the sky I had often wished to see it for myself.

*The writing is small and neat, printed carefully as if great time was taken over each word*

Yesterday I met Amorey and Tukko in the Pony which was quite a surprise. I was in my thoughts, sitting there on my bed (comfortably soft with its warm checkered bedlinen) as they showed up - at first opening slightly the door and then yanking it wide open.

Notvar got to Bree by night time, and assuming this was a good place to be by the loudness of the night. The quieter the night, the more dangerous it is. He explored a bit of the town to find an organized place raised by man, a civilization he has not seen since he left Dale in his early years.

-The Sindarin were written slowly using dark blue ink instead of the usual black ink.-

Today I write in blue ink for mourning. Small One......Small One. I tried.

Two days ago, I found an elf child. An infant. Floating down the river in an old basket outside our home in Falathorn.