Brynleigh

Ever since I started coming into Bree again, I thought it'd be high time I record my whatever's on my mind.  I heard people say it would be helpful.

It was a few weeks ago when the festival started up, so I decided I ought to celebrate a bit.  Fireworks are neat as ever.  There was even a band performing in front of the jailhouse, oddly enough.  There I got to dance and chat with a young lady.

*A letter addressed to "Master Belodin Bronzeboots" is left at the Prancing Pony inn, and a copy sent by courier to Thorin's Hall, Ered-Luin*

"Dearest Belodin,

I've finally found a moment to sit down and put my thoughts to paper once again. The warm, spring sunshine is like a tonic, I find, and there are moments now where I simply sit by the open window, gazing outside, lost in all manner of pleasant thoughts. I suppose the confining nature of winter made me more apt to fill my journal's pages, and now that the land is blossoming and balmy, the blue sky beckons me outside more and more, and the parchment must wait! Though, I did return to work a few days ago, at the stables here in Hookworth, as well as Neyaa's farm.

We returned from our trip to the Shire last night, exhausted, but blissfully happy. I find Bree to be full of pretty places, but the Shire is truly the most idyllic, charming, lovely land I have ever come across. The rolling hills, the tiny villages, the rippling streams...one cannot help but feel as though it has been rather set apart and preserved from the troubles of the outside world, at least for now. Our hobbit hosts at the Ivy Bush Inn were so gracious and accommodating, though we did wind up stuck with a hobbit-sized bed, which was...challenging, to say the least!

It's been a while since I wrote, hasn't it?  Lucky for me the guards didn't take my parchment and pen.  Why I put myself behind bars is a rather funny story.

I’m finding it difficult to put my thoughts to paper today.

It would take a novel to recount the events in their entirety. I will not try to.

((OOC note: I'll be adding a few lyrics from a song solely to how Dryn would have thought of the events and a tad bit of entertainment. Kudos to you who know the song))

There's too many men, too many people

Making too many problems....

Appalled is the only word I have.
I am appalled that the people of Bree willingly soak up the lies and slander their so called Watch spew out of their mouth, like thirsty, dry sponges thrown into a sea.
How has this even been allowed to happen?
I am baffled and appalled. Where do I even begin? They insult and slander visitors and citizens alike and expect us to respect them and bow down to kiss their boots?