Bree

August 19th, 2014

So we have finally returned to Bree. I have enjoyed resting back in our home after the long ride from Rivendell. I look to the future with a new hope in my heart, such as I have not felt for many years.

Eriador, laer

Evening

An uneventful day but a day of thought and contemplation.

If I would not have had an adventurer’s soul, I most likely would have not ever ended up in Bree. One might say it was destiny that brought me here. One way or another, here I am, far away from home. Bree is a strange land with strange folk, but yet at the same time is it s peaceful and quiet. It seems to attract all kinds of folk, both decent and those less decent. I have never quite understood what interest sell-swords have in Bree, but who am I to question that.

The girl returned to Bree-town, as she intended. It was a difficult task for her. Every single step she took closer to the town felt heavier for her to take. Her feet started to feel weary and all she wished was to turn around and walk to an opposite direction, trying to find the mountain she was curious about. She was certain she wouldn’t make it, but perhaps the lack of sleep and eat had done its deeds.

It had been a slow, boring night for Dagramir, the only fight he had gotten into ended with his opponents running away, so he had had little time to have fun that day. He had been wandering idly around Bree, his eyes scanning the ground, searching for spare arrowheads, as usual, when he had literally bumped into Tailia. Much to her dismay, of course, as he had his mask on, and she hadn't recognized him. Although as soon as he lifted his mask, they soon found themselves lost in each other's embrace once more.

This journal would not be complete if I would not write about dear Celnessyn and the bathhouse. Should you ever meet her, you would soon notice that she is the most kind and caring woman. She has the feeling of a mother who has empathy and time for every single person in this world, good or bad. She is the most polite person I have ever met and she addressed people with milord and milady, even though there would have not been need for such courteous words.

The girl had paused her writing and turned her head to admire the view. From where she was sitting she could see all around Bree. She was particularly interested in the mountain she saw in the distance. She wondered if she would be able to climb on top of it, then she would surely see all the way to the end of the world.