Kveldun

[From the direction of the Brandywine, a black shape flies over Bree-town... a rotund shape, it could be called, though with great offense given to its owner, Mänik of the Iron Hills, whose distinguished pedigree can be traced back to the first Rookery of Grór, he'd have you know.

His youngest son child to Bóurr Bíldul of Erebor greeting.

I write again from Thorin’s Hall, though I hoped that by now it would be from Bree-land. Yet our plans keep churning about, such that it seems I may never plant my feet solidly upon them. If I am yet in mountain when the decoration for the Solstice has begun I am like to actually weep, though thankfully I do not believe that will come to pass.