To Rûndis, my Moonlight,

Yesterday we reached the fortress of Ost Guruth, out East in the Lone-Lands. The Eglain are not the most outgoing people, but they welcomed us with open arms at the prospect of Dwarven coin and stories of reclaimed honour. It seems Frimsi has had his fair share of dealings with these people, and are on quite friendly terms. It was not a particularly comfortable camping location, but it certainly beat staying out in the cold, so we are thankful.

Beannaithe's Quandary

I received no serious complaints from me daughters or grandkids. I took that as a sign that I could continue tellin' me bedtime stories about the strange lass named Beannaithe...

Seasons changed, and Liffey with it. Her feet took her all over Middle-earth, over lands she had never seen before. She had left, choosing her own adventure, deciding to see where it would take her. Liffey felt like she had already lived a thousand lives, and by the time she returned home to Bree, she felt like she had lived a thousand more. She wondered at the long lives of elves and how ancient they must feel, if her little life made her feel old already. But her days in Bree grew heavy, as they often did when she lingered in one place for very long.