Bree town

Finding the Warden

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Finding of the Warden.

On his return to Bree, Aelthrandir noticed an interesting figure entering the gates. He wore a dark grey cloak and leather armour, with a hood. The figure nodded to the guard at the gate and passed a coin as he went by. Aelthrandir hurried to catch him up, something about the stride of the man and the way he held himself gave a familiar feeling.

Mr. Greenhand's Shop

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Mr. Greenhand's Shop

The Meeting of His Ranger's Friend Part 1

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A lovely night at the region of Bree, yet not too Urudagnir for he must set travel to meet his new ranger's friend, his name is not yet known to Uru, but he believes that this ranger would be a good friend. Before it, he made a very cautious preparations, making sure that nothing is left behind, and faithfully he didn't forget anything. Few hours have passed he walks along the road heading to the West-Gate of Bree.

Stories of a Hobbit Lass: Music for a Hobbit's Heart and A Heart spoken

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MossFelt looked at Iccarus sternly as he rose from the bed at the back of the Prancing Pony. She knew his strength was low and he would rely much on her for the time being. MossFelt attempted to calm her heated mind but the words seemed to rush from her tightened lips,"I wish you would wait until you are stronger. A mere child could knock you over in this state Iccarus." 

Stories of a Hobbit Lass: Open Doors and Unanswered Thoughts

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MossFelt clambered off her steed steadily, her breath sharp and quickened in the night. She looked 'round, her curly hair being thrown to and fro, the night was cold and no one was in sight. She patted the horse gently and led it to the small bush around the Prancing Ponies side. She tied the reins to the plant and rushed to Iccarus, who was barely hanging on the back of the steed, his breath full of pain. She stroked his hair with a clammy hand and helped to drag him off the pony. He hit the ground hard but it was all she could do. Hobbits were not known for their strength.

Future happenings

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Poetry

 

No longer will you have to wait,

You will warm tonight,

Yes, my blade, you shall bathe,

No more rest by the campsite.

 

Awash, awash in crimson blood,

The hearbeat raising,

Their limbs shall fall, into the mud,

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