Bree

A Short Trip to Bree

During my time in The Shire I had heard a lot about the town of Bree, home to the tall folk and with buildings of stone and thatch reaching up to the sky I had often wished to see it for myself.

*The writing is small and neat, printed carefully as if great time was taken over each word*

Yesterday I met Amorey and Tukko in the Pony which was quite a surprise. I was in my thoughts, sitting there on my bed (comfortably soft with its warm checkered bedlinen) as they showed up - at first opening slightly the door and then yanking it wide open.

Notvar got to Bree by night time, and assuming this was a good place to be by the loudness of the night. The quieter the night, the more dangerous it is. He explored a bit of the town to find an organized place raised by man, a civilization he has not seen since he left Dale in his early years. He has not seen any foul creatures or vile man on the outskirts of the town, so he decided to settle there and stop heading west for an uncertain amount of time, and see where fate takes him next. He ended up camping on a lake near the forest, almost by dawn.

It has been a few years now and I am truly content, when I first arrived here in Bree I did not seek to linger like many of the travellers whom pass through I sought to only pause briefly. Many a scholar has written of fate, mused and debated its meaning or purpose, I cannot say I am wise nor learned but there is no doubt in my mind something guides us even if hidden from our eyes.

Time passes swiftly..