Lancogard

From Applecider Bolingbroke to Deputy-Shirriff Lancogard North-Took ~ Salutations an’ all me respects to the Honorable Bounders: May the coming of Spring nae render their feet too muddy, on the Bounds.

I did it, Lance. 

I did every last blessed thing that every Book, Elf, Dorf, an’ half-functional iota of Hobbit Sense tol’ me. 

Catrena led our company on a path through dead and dying tree groves, through a valley that ran across the land like a spear-stab, headed north-east, nearest I could see.  All along the way, she told us gruesome stories of the land, what people and creatures were here – and all the while breathing this foul air which, according to her, came from a poisonous swamp and

From Applecider Bolingbroke to Deputy-Shirriff Lancogard North-Took ~ Salutations an’ all me respects to the Honorable Bounders: May their evidence be forever statistically robust.

Dear Lance, 

From Applecider Bolingbroke to Deputy-Shirriff Lancogard North-Took ~ Salutations an’ all me respects to the Honorable Bounders: May a hot toddy be waitin’ at the end of all their Bounds, throughout the whole of winter.

Dear Lance,

On Hizzoner’s Secret Service (Part the Last)

On Hizzoner’s Secret Service (Part the First)

From Applecider Bolingbroke to Dep.-Shirriff Lancogard North-Took ~ Salutations an’ all me respects to the Honorable Bounders: May their cheese soufflés always rise perfectly.

Lance: 

I has the Answer. 

Now, I can already see yer quill scrawlin’ over the paper to say did we have a Problem. But let’s be blunt:

The Redundant Case of the Roaming Rowan

(Being a report by Deputy-Shirriff Lancogard North-took, filed at the Watch Office in Brockenborings, with personal notes attached)

OFFICE OF THE WATCH, BROCKENBORINGS, Northfarthing in the Shire, on this the 24th day of Winterfilth:

A pleasant autumn morning was the beginning of the day in the town of Brockenborings in the Northfarthing of the Shire - a day that would be, for some, most unnatural and disturbing...