Bree

It had been a slow, boring night for Dagramir, the only fight he had gotten into ended with his opponents running away, so he had had little time to have fun that day. He had been wandering idly around Bree, his eyes scanning the ground, searching for spare arrowheads, as usual, when he had literally bumped into Tailia. Much to her dismay, of course, as he had his mask on, and she hadn't recognized him. Although as soon as he lifted his mask, they soon found themselves lost in each other's embrace once more.

This journal would not be complete if I would not write about dear Celnessyn and the bathhouse. Should you ever meet her, you would soon notice that she is the most kind and caring woman. She has the feeling of a mother who has empathy and time for every single person in this world, good or bad. She is the most polite person I have ever met and she addressed people with milord and milady, even though there would have not been need for such courteous words.

The girl had paused her writing and turned her head to admire the view. From where she was sitting she could see all around Bree. She was particularly interested in the mountain she saw in the distance. She wondered if she would be able to climb on top of it, then she would surely see all the way to the end of the world.

Things were getting more complicated each passing day.  Lyfrid had to be so very careful now.  Even though Lyfrid believed she had the upper hand over Brulk, one never knows what a man might do nor say given the right circumstances.  She and Patch argued every time their paths crossed, ugly, violent arguments.  What if the day came when he no longer held his tongue about what he knew?  It wasn't as if she could be seen with or around him, it was

Duarion and I were still half asleep, when an elf knocked on our door to deliver a letter. The sun was dawning over Rivendell and I slowly opened my eyes to take the letter, which was addressed to Lady and Lord Thorongial in Rivendell.
I recognized Marlyn's careful handwriting on it.

There were few things that Lyfrid enjoyed more than a good game of cat and mouse, as long as she was the cat.  A new game had started with a black bearded mouse one early day in Bree.  The Seer loved giving nicknames to persons and this round dwarf she dubbed

The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we're not. We are ruled by the forces of chance and coincidence. Was it a coincidence or chance that Lyfrid crossed paths with Brulk at Adso's Camp early that day or was there forces we cannot see operating the pulleys and levers of life.