Long roads ahead, I desire...
The threats that have came upon my family within Bree have grown off a scale that I wish had not came to pass. It seems that the enemy, locals and brigands feel the need to acuse me of making Bree a "soon to be crowded town of Elves". My heart desires not to disband the history of Bree, or change any legacies that have been put in place there. Which is why I write, we are making plans to depart to Ered Luin, more especially for my Grandson, nither I, Teremonth, Iverwen or Seliba want him corrupted within the ways of men, especially as these years of his newborn life are very important.
All seems to be quiet in the west, but I know by the time one puts his ink pen down that some news will grasp his ears, perhaps a death of a Kin, serving on the front lines in Mirkwood, or an assult upon a caravan of Elves passing through Bree-land, it is not safe here, the locals grow more hostile everyday, several times my life has came under siege.
Only time may inform us what shall happen next.
Loor.
