Breelands

Oh, to be a lass in Bree! The men fall over themselves for one's attention here just as they did back home, rather for a quick feel up your skirt than an arranged marriage. I cannot tell which one I dread more. (The arranged marriage. At least here it would not be so frowned upon to throw fists at a man who feels you up without your desire). 

My father would be rolling in his bed if he knew where I was and what I am doing now.  After our departure from our family homestead outside of Archet, my father and I settled in with my brother and his family in Bree. I miss the farm and the homestead, my father toiling in the soil and me helping him worok nearby with the farmhands. I miss the long field of flowers that I would pick through, now burned.

Not only did Eorl bring some of the horde of Scatha into the lands that would become home for the Rohirrim, some of his entourage brought with them a deep seeded distrust and hatred of dwarves that remained with some of their descendants.  Lyfrid was raised in a family that held onto this distrust and hatred even though, until she was forced into her travels, she had never seen hide or hair of a dwarf.