The Merry Men

The dangers one encounters on the leagues between the Lone-Lands and the Ered Luin, and the wretched aspect of the inhabitants cannot be understated. The principal way through the Bree-land is upon the old highway, built by one of their kings, and is long-neglected and crumbling away: it seems the people have retained nothing of the activity and energy of their ancestors, for good roads encourage trade into remote provinces, and this encourages industry and enforcement of order.

*rain streaks down the window panes, its pattering upon the roof a comforting sound combined with the crackling from the fireplace.  The bluebook lay open upon the small desk of her workroom and the scent of bilberry tea fills the air as she writes*

Protection comes in many guises, in the form of a mother, a lover, a blade, axe or the like. Sometimes from a stranger, a friend, sometimes it is sought, whilst at other times it is nowhere to be found.