Early Narquelië, Stewards Reckoning, The Shire
Today was a strange day. I walked in the Shire, for curious I am. I wasn't here for any busy stuff of the Red Company. I was in the Prancing pony with my friend Coradin. It was there that we got to talk with any of the local Bree-hobbits. He smoked pipe-weed and it looked delicious. Then we came to the matter he did this earlier than 'the colonists'. But yeah, these hobbits here claim to have done everything earlier of course. Nevertheless I got interest for 'these colonists'. I knew he spoke about the Shire and hobbits there, but honestly I didn't knew very much after all and I wanted to know more about that mysterious people. And interesting they are, but very different of the hobbits here in Bree and Staddle. But I also noticed something unusual in my visits. Many of these hobbits were sick and even I am smart enough to know this shouldn't be. What's the cause? Why? Or...who? Because we are obliged to help anyone in need, I began to write letters here. It begins to rain, but it wouldn't be a problem for my campfire. Stormwind is on my side. While I am writing this dairy log by the fire here, I will soon send the letters to all of my friends stationed in Middle-Earth. Hopefully they will come soon.
