Tale starts from: Life as a Refugee - Meadowyn's Account I: A Wound​

Excerpts from:

A Treatise on the Situation, Manners, and Inhabitants of Bree-land

As writ by Oddvar of the Blue Mountains and Dalton Willow of Bree, T.A. 3015

It was dusk and Meadowyn could not find her red cloak that she enjoyed to gaze upon. Though it were an insignificant decoration she thought it to be something special, as it was a bit of her home and she grew to treasure such things more as the days passed. She grew frustrated and sought throughout the house to no avail, she doubted that she could have lost it, for she seldom wore it. Then a thought came to her mind. 

I would that I could walk rightly again. I am a limp, a cripple. A shield-maiden of little use who has been cast into fate against her will. We are come to a town named Bree and found ourselves with no home to life, instead we live in a camp, lost. My sisters are mourning and Aegaldred's complaining has done us no good since we have arrived. The town of Bree lingers within our gaze and we haven't a clue how we shall live in their. Aegaldred does not know what to do, but how am I in the right when I do not know either.

Men!

Dema had traveled from Breeland to the Shire as fast as her little pony could take her. She had been given a letter to deliver to the Gatekeeper at Brightdown village and a second letter that was to be taken to an address in Songburrow. The distance did not bother Dema she enjoyed her travels and it was good to have something to keep her occupied.

Diary

I haven't written since I was in Rohan but it has been a couple of weeks since I arrived in Bree, meaning it has been three weeks since the passing of my older brother...

*The page becomes wet from tears*

Marlyn made a decision.
She packed her things and headed to the Hengstacer Farm, to rent a horse.
Bree wasn't her home.
"I have to find my father; he is the reason why I came here and now that I know, that he doesn't live here anymore, I have to find him elsewhere." is what she said to her friend Jonathaen before she left him behind.
The road to the Lone-Lands was long and dangerous.