Bree

Setting: Post-War: Bree Homesteads → The Prancing Pony → Bree Mess Hall → Bree Scholar's Hall

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.

When Edenric thought of the concept of home, many were the places he could imagine.

Dear Mr Gembeard,

I have tried to deliver you this message in person, but I did not know your residence. And either way, I learned that you were out of town. I hope that, when postman Bridgewood delivers you this message and you are reading this, you have arrived safely and without too much trouble here in Bree.

Khahaynd remained in Calla’s house, in Bree, for two days. She knew she was nearing her goal, and that time was important. She also knew information was important. She would take all she could find to her Mistress. 

He said his name was Balkumagan. “It is easy to see we are from a similar place, lady. I am Balkumagan, First Mate of the Shakalgimil, though alas, rather further from her and the Sea than I like.” He bowed elegantly, as one who knew well his manners.