Bree

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.

A soft bed of straw. One of the stalks softly tickled under Clive's nose. The Breelander waves his hand in the general direction of the annoying feeling below his nostrils. It was almost getting light already and the previous night in the Prancing Pony was the end of the man's last funds. Clive felt the pouch around his belt, feeling the cold copper against his fingers. The man thought for a moment, moving his shoulders a bit to lay more comfortable.

A new journal from the market, my old one is lost along with all my other possessions.