31. From Boop - "A Few Warm Snacks"

With a superior cup of red tea, a superior complete hobbit breakfast, a superior coney pie,
a superior Hornblower's pie and a pair of thick pristine leggings attached

Hey Paana!
That is a very wise decision, I won't send any more alcohol from now on.

The elves splashed their way across the frosty fen, over mud and through waist-high water. Unlike the nimble hobbit they followed, Estarfin wore only his long shirt, and soon his bare feet were aching and heavy, the blood congealing in them as his veins turned to ice, the big muscles of his legs shaking with the effort of putting one foot in front of the other. He clenched his square jaw to keep his teeth from clacking together, knowing that if he fell into the mire he would be unable to get up again. 

Continued from:  Into the Marsh: Part One | The Laurelin Archives

Loss is a painful thing, and even harder when it comes out of nowhere. Ivy expected to feel sad, to feel alone, to feel the loss when she arrived in Evendim. But little did she know how hard it actually would hit. The sudden news of her husband's demise, the sadly lonely grave of her daughter. This pain she has felt before indeed, back in Umbar, but that was like a different life, a shorter but wilder life. However this felt more close, hitting to the heart.

We led rather than rode the horses down to the old broken bridge. The water was slow and low enough to ford at that point, though perhaps not in times of heavy rain. 

“Did my brother cross the river?” Culufinnel asked, as we became aware of a group of six men watching us closely from the shadows of the ruins.