209 D.U.D.D
Not a day goes by with out missing you m'dear Brulda.
This is the first entry I write in my new diary given to me by Lord Dwalin him self. Although the pages are smooth and sharp, I will need to get used to the fact it isn't crumbled,bumbled and cracked like my old one.
Bree is more peaceful then when I left it. The reason why is yet unclear to me. I suspect it has something to do with the dwindling numbers of the ranger folk, which has made my quest harder then needed. Finding some one who does not want to be found is often an impossible quest so i have decided for them to get to me, word travels fast amongst the Bree folk, and the return of A friend of the Dunédain most get their attention sooner or later.
I have rendezvoused with my dear friend Brynleigh. her heart pure and light of trouble, although she is young the world has already tore A great pain with in her being. This Dwarf can only wish that it are the deeds of these kind hearted folk will protect the borders of Bree in the absence of my rangers friends.
I have met with her more then once in the pony during my stay, it pains me to say, but if the rangers aren't able to seek me out quickly I will have to return to the Blue Mountains with out exchanged words. Although the intel of the ranger folk will help my people, I cannot knowingly cower within the borders of Bree whilst my kin fights upon the slopes.
As perusual this place tents to surprise me, Children seem to run about in the pony more often than not, and the presence of folk all around Middle-Earth is apparent. I have met more then one Amrothian whilst here, the first one going by the name of Raven, A man walking like A king, as perusual from the children of the Swan city. He dwells in Bree with his daughter, a kind hearted soul by the name of Inga, A small rascal I might add but in her eyes I see greatness, an observation I have yet to share with her father or any of my companions.
I have promised my self I would swing by Lady Brynleigh tonight, I have tinkered A small amulet which holds A rune, either one with the meaning of the First sun or protection of A wary night, which one of it is, i am not sure.
I met another soul from Dol Amroth yesterday, and although she tried to hide the fact she was, she seems poor at the game of deception. In a town full of rangers one must step up their game if one wants to be undiscovered. Although cheery at first, she seemed cautious to talk to me. Her stance royal like all Amrothians but her face troubled and her heart heavy. It often strikes me as odd that the decedents of Numénor tent to be careful when first meeting A Khazád, unsure what to think of us.
After a simple game of ask and not tell this beard thinks to have figured her out. She looks young and seems afraid of her past, I offered her some words of advice, if she wished for it or not will reveal it self in the future but I am quite sure she will take it to heart.
Her questions seem to have put me thinking about yesteryear again. My words were spoken true as my thoughts went back to A time where my people were in disappear and no one came to our aid or gave us advise. And so often it is the way of the Free-People to leave the Khazád to its misery or prosperity, the world often forgets about those dwelling beneath it. A tragic fate for the Mighty Sons of Durin but A fate we have accepted, and so will it remain until the world will grow old and the line of Durin fails. An awful sad note to end todays journal on.
TANAR DÚRIN NÛR!!!!
