Bree

So it has happened at last!

I have imagined this day for so long, but I can hardly believe it is now here. It has been a long, hard journey from the dark times in exile. Now I can safely say I am happy. I have a loving wife, something I did not think I would live long enough to see. A humble soldier  becoming a Lord through marriage.

(A note shakily written as though with some difficulty)

Dearest one,

Night seems to fall on this sleepy town of Swerbrey none too fast. The days seem to last longer and longer with each passing hour. I walk the streets alone. This place looks forgotten. I fear I am the last left in its hollows.

Melowen sits down with a deep sigh, her face posed on her hands. How much stupid was that? And for what, an even more stupid challenge?

If only the Captain weren't so stubborn. Damn him! He even gave me his own ring.

And Gleothain! Oh my, if Valkine really has sent that letter... what did he think? Assuming it's arrived, yes, of course, but still.

It has been some time since I recorded my thoughts. So much has kept me busy, away from Bree and my responsibilities. While it felt good to ride away and once again experience the roughness of the Wilds, I could not help but miss the simpler, more joyful life amongst my companions.

Tywerd looked around inside The Prancing Pony Inn .  Fireplace was lit , people were standing near it , drinking , talking ..   Tywerd saw barliman washing glasses with a piece of white cloth . At the table that was overlooking the fireplace , four hobbits were dancing and drinking .

Oh It has been a few days since I arrived in his town and deary me, Oh so much has happened, so many people, things to see, things to do. It is unlike any other town I have been in. My first day I entered myself into the local Inn, "The Prancing Pony". It's very cosy and pleasant and Indeed, felt very quiet. 

As soon as she set foot in the yard, they were bounding up to her and knocking around her legs, sniffing curiously. Teleny's laughter rang through the crisp night air. "Alright, alright. I missed you guys, too!" She traipsed up the steps, pulled the key from under the doormat, and unlocked the door while the dogs hounded after her.

When Terry was only a little lad he often had troubles with some other kids in Bree. There were times when the poor boy was bullied, he tried to verbally defend himself many times but the barrage of constant insults of his head being large was too much to bear from several other lads and lasses. Thus he sniffed, and sniffed again and gradually cried and fled from his tormentors whilst mucus dripped from his nostrils, and tears came raining from his eyes.