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We led rather than rode the horses down to the old broken bridge. The water was slow and low enough to ford at that point, though perhaps not in times of heavy rain. 

“Did my brother cross the river?” Culufinnel asked, as we became aware of a group of six men watching us closely from the shadows of the ruins. 

Marius tore away another hunk of meat from off the bone with his teeth, ignoring the dribble of grease down his chins. These Bree-landers took great pride in their boar, displaying its image on banners all around their city, but Marius himself thought the meat to be tough and gamey. A cloud of dust formed not far off. He grunted as he eased himself to his feet, remnants of food falling off his lap to the ground as he stood and made his way to meet the source of the dust.

Fiontann was standing in front of the ruins of the Barracks, arms crossed, head tilted slightly to the right, letting his hair fall to the side, a frown was formed on his face. He was standing motionless like that for some time, one couldn't tell if he was contemplating or just looking at the charred remains of what once was the Barracks of The Black Steel.His cloak was moving with each torrent of air that was passing, as well as his hair, revealing his face.

Diary,

I went out on an expedition, riding East to the Forsaken Inn and then Ost Guruth, looking for this 'Nighthawk' woman as she calls herself. 

Fate is cruel to these two brothers, it seems.  they were not reunited for more than three days before they were brutally ripped apart once again.

This time for good.

West of Duillond, there is a road that leads all the way to the Misty Mountains.

But the brothers weren't going that far.

The road goes through the Shire and into Bree-land, before going directly through the West Gate of Bree-town, in which the brothers were going to settle down.

But fate is cruel to these two brothers.

And so it ends.

The younger brother rides into Celondim.

The younger brother watches as Damlan boards a ship, embracing an elf, as if the elf was his father, but the brother knows it is not so.  Damlans father lies in a grave near Edunas.

He calls out, and both elf and man turn to him.

Shock appears on Damlans face, and he leaps from the boat into the water, closely followed by the Elf.  The sails are lowered and the boat stops, waiting for its passengers to return.

The young man leaves Archet, journeying to Bree-town.  He has spent five years in that town, looking for clues which may point him on the right path.  All travelers in that area of the world pass through Bree-town.  'tis an infamous town because of it.   The people who pass through are not all of the sort you would sup with, and the young man knows this.

It has been ten years since the brothers left Edunas, The youngest thinks, as he arrives at Archet, slipping through the gates late at night, covered in dark clothing from head to toe.  He has lived like this ever since setting out, moving under the cover of night, hiding his face.  It is perhaps due to the people he has had to ally himself with over the years to survive; he has fallen further and further behind Damlan in his journey and now may have lost his trail altogether.  He can find no tracks past Archet, so in Archet he will stay.