The room was fading, darkness surrounding his thoughts. Flashbacks of his family, back in Gondor, they were much younger in these memories, alive even, he could almost touch them. A faint smile came over the old mans face.
His thoughts turned to those in Bree he had met, all of them living life, not a care in the world for Penlard, why would they? He had been gone for weeks, months even. The darkness grew.