Home

It has been two days and well into noon, by now. Despite so, this did not trouble Nenusidh, perhaps it was one of the reasons why he had to set out so quickly, which was the journey will be a while in itself. He has made way into the steep hills of Nan Amlug, the area where the forest breaks into hill and deep valleys.

Diary,

How is it possible to feel this way? To be elated yet so miserable? I feel as though I am walking on clouds as I drown.

A special "Thank you" to Brablo, who made this all quite possible. Many of the ideas to come in this chapter, and future chapters, were created, fixed, or polished by Brablo.

Ive been in bree for some time now...

Days and nights where i spend my time enjoying the company of passing by and local hobbit merchants with good meals and a share of the latest trade gossips..

But then out of the bloom a letter for me arrived..

It was the old Dungobras wife..she informed me he passed away at night..in his sleep..

He gave me resident and an apprentice job at his tailor shop..

"Home .."

Rod,

Okay, so by now you've probably heard Mel squealing at you about the letter I wrote to her. Yeah, yeah, I'm back in Bree. I'll swing by the farm, I promise. If she's even speaking coherently, hopefully Mel has told you that in my letter to her, I said I had a few things to take care of. I'll be there as soon as I can.

Mel,

It's your brother, of course. I've returned from Kingsfell finally. The parentals are all sorted out, I think. They've got a few new cows, with the coin they saved before they left. 

Honestly, the years I've been gone, I've been bored out of my mind. Even while building the farmhouse, setting up the fences, buying and rationing the feed. I am so excited that I'm back here. It's a lot less depressing, to tell the truth.

For a few days ago..she was the last friendly face I saw..