The road home was a long one, and not without its travails: between Glad Ereg, on the edge of Hollin, and the villages of southern Bree-land lay something like a hundred leagues, as the crow flies, by Evonne’s own estimate - based on her battered bundle of maps, gathered in Bree and Rivendell.
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