279 Day untill Durin's day.
Not a day goes by with out missing you m'dear Brulda.
Good tidings! On my way home back to Bree i encountered A party of Dwarves hailing from Erebor! They were on their way to Ered-Luin, and were passing through. I spoke to one of my Kinsmen but wouldn't let much information out why they were passing through. One must wonder why the Son of Durin take such secrecy these days. They offered me A Nible-foot to get going back to Gondamon, it seems A Raven had been send for my where about.
When I arrived at the camp, I packed my stuff as quickly as I could and wrote A letter to Gondamon which I have send with the caravan to give to Mati. My business here is yet unfinished and I ever hope that they good people of Gondamon will understand.
When arriving at my tent for the first time in weeks I decided to put on my envoy robes. Its time I go about this with more authority, I have come to realize that searching some one who doesn't want to be found is foolish. Instead I have chosen to wait, and continue my stay in Bree. This will also give my the opportunity to get to know the Folks I have met. Something about the Bree-land has caught my interest. So many refugees and so many with stories to tell.
The host from Erebor also brought some Dwarven coin. I requested if I was entiteld to any, and with out to long of a conversation they gave me some coin. No more sleeping in the wretched camp for me.
I will be heading towards the pony upon my return and get my self A room. The thought of the White-hand hasn't left my thought for a single minute. To ponder in silence might be worth trying.
Seeing those armed Dwarven soldiers reminded me of my soon, but it is not a time to grief its time for me to start putting one and two together.
