Due to recent events, we, the Red Company, were worried about the safety of Bree and her surroundings, so we were called to patrol her eastern borders, where the Weather Hills start. Most of us were waiting by the Prancing Pony at the usual hour. However, our leader Adilyr, it seemed, would not be with us this day. Therefore Meriya, our officer, had just assumed his role as a leader and started giving us instructions when we spotted him approaching. She had told us that we would have to patrol around Amon Sul and that we should be on our way, but his presence meant that we would be delayed for a short while, due to certain formalities. Three of our present kinsmen would be rewarded. Twelve of us there were at that time, Adilyr and Meriya included. The rest were Presnor, Kathlina, Prithbo, Ulbrect, Orseck, Vespusa, Nanteana, Theogorn, Kirkacar and myself, Diringul. Later Arstelle would join us as well.
The first who recieved his honours was Prithbo, a young hobbit, who went to extreme efforts to make this yuletide truly special for his kinmembers and prepared his house for this event. He recieved a bow that some of his kin recovered. This, however, is a truly special bow, from the first age, crafted by the Sindari of Lothlorien.
Second of our kin, to be rewarded, was Presnor, who was promoted to the rank of officer and recieved the outfit, worthy of his rank.
And the last who was due recognition was our hard working officer, Meriya. She also recieved a very old item from the first age. But hers was a book, retrieved and recrafted specifically for her use.
With these formalities done, it was time to get to the task at hand. We went north from Bree and east, towards Nen Harn, where we would the proceed south towards Weather hills, but not before resting at an old ruin near the lake. There, we waited for Arstelle and took a break from our journey, to avoid combat in a winded state. During our halt, some of our members discussed what had happened to the building that once stood there. And Adilyr told us how evil men swooped down upon the ancient kingdom of Rhudaur that once stood where now Trollshaws lie and how they then came here, where now Bree-lands are. If I am not mistaken, these men were under the Witch-king's will, but that is not a story for here and now.
When our last companion came, we went further south until we came under the shadow of Amon Sul and saw an orc unlike any other we were used to. This one had very odd features and resembled a man in a way no other orc does. No matter his looks, we knew he posed a threat, but did not engage in case we would draw unnecessary attention. This day, our mission was simply to scout and get a clearer picture of the troubles that surround Bree and Greenway. With that in mind, we avoided the orc and went around their main camps. When we were behind their lines, Presnor climbed a nearby hill to get a clearer picture of the orcs' numbers. His report was not good, however, we did not have much time to dwell on that. An orc, not unlike the one we saw earlier had attacked us. He was no match for Adilyr who dispatched him in a matter of seconds. Now it was clear that we had to hurry, before every single one of the buggers around Amon Sul is alerted to our presence.
And so we hurried south, through Midgewater marsh and regrouped at the Greenway, upon which we went then west, back towards Bree.
Now our path was without bothers and we reached our destination without perils. That day we learned that just outside Bree's borders, danger looms.
