Fiontann

I lost my old journal, or rather... I ran out of space so I hid it in Ost Barandor. I suppose a new journal will do. This way nobody can trace my steps from beyond where my last entry ended. 

Where should I begin..

Anriett was walking on the streets of Bree after traveled back from Rohan...all alone.
Was looking around to see if anything changed in the town or if she can see any familiar faces on her way, but none was around to greet or have a drink with after a long time.
She stopped next to the boar fountain and sat down on the edge of it. Took a deep breath when a piece of paper was flying towards her and landed on her lap. She grabbed the paper and started to read it:

It has been a while since I left the camp and many friends there. But it is not the thing that saddens me the most. I haven't meet the love of my life for a long while now and this is what saddens me the most. Where are you, my love? Have you abandoned me or forgotten about me? No. I am sure you haven't. I think that Aeru knows more than I do, but it's you who should tell me things. I am moving deeper into the wilds now, but still have hope to see you when I will be back. At least the others are alright...

Ruadan arrived late into the township of Bree the smell of the town greeted his nostrels before he even laid eyes upon the brown wooden gate. Once he had exchanged a few words with the gate keeper he slowly rode up to the inn located in the heart of the town the bright light of its interior flooded out to the square in front of the structure.

He had been riding for some hours under the spring sun when the West Gate of Bree took shape ahead of him, it was months since the last time he saw his hometown and now he returned again. He travelled through the Northwest parts of Eriador, remaining out of sight, avoiding the company of others and curious eyes, but now he was back, for how long even he didn’t know. Hedinn trotted faster, knowing that once they’d reach the town Fion would get off his back and walk on foot, the horse would be ridden of the burden of the man and his equipment after a long time.

It has been a while since I last wrote about my business of late but I believe its time to collect my thoughts once more.

First off there is the matter of Fiontann and Rothrian, suddenly they have returned to Breeland and with them they brought a heap of trouble.
On the day I got to see them again I got lured into a trap, almost died of smoke inhalation, got trapped in a cave, had a unpleasant encounter with the orcs of Cirith Nûr and that within the span of what may have been an hour or two at most.

It has been very long since I last wrote down what has happened. Ever since an old expedition within Annuminas.
I suppose this would be a good moment to write again, as days grow darker. 
I am in Bree-land, at my camp in Ost Barandor. I've been in back in Bree for about two weeks now. Before that I was wandering along the road between Bree-land and the Trollshaws.
I miss the greatness of traveling, but I am stranded in Bree once more. Halbarad wants me to keep an eye on the Blackwold, apparently they have been increasing in activities once more.

The journey into the North Downs had been going fairly well according to Cerriel. Sure, they fought a pack of wolves, a few orcs and were chased on horseback ( or on goat-back in her case), but adventure insured trouble.

What it did not predict that she would be cleaning a stable of goats at a dwarven outpost.