Fall

It was a day like any other for Fiontann, he was sitting somehow apart from the Company, but kept his on them, as well as the townsfolk, he was expecting an attack on Eaworth any day, after his Company burned the orc encampment. They were all there, together, around the fire, talking, he was next to a house, sitting on a stump of a tree, holding a jar full of ale, as always.

Fate is cruel to these two brothers, it seems.  they were not reunited for more than three days before they were brutally ripped apart once again.

This time for good.

West of Duillond, there is a road that leads all the way to the Misty Mountains.

But the brothers weren't going that far.

The road goes through the Shire and into Bree-land, before going directly through the West Gate of Bree-town, in which the brothers were going to settle down.

But fate is cruel to these two brothers.

Five Days Before...