Bree

Blue smoke surrounding me like a thick mist. Its so dense that I cant see my feet. I try to find the way through this strange cloud but the blue smoke appears to be endless. In the distant I can hear screams of men and women. Pain and agony. I wish not to go there but my legs have a mind of their own. As I walk nearer the screams become unbearable to listen to. The blue smoke vanishes slowly and the screams stop. Silence. The blue smoke unveils a sight of terror. I am standing in a pool of blood. Blood that is flowing out of countless bodies that lie dead on the ground.

It was a night a couple of weeks ago; I was on my first job as an bodyguard in my entire life. A maiden was getting hunted by some kind of bad guys, i don't know, the fact is that It was a hell of a day. Some crazy young woman tried to strike her with a knife. Glad that she failed, but I didn't notice that. The captain of her house was mad, and shouted against me while I was in shock.

Night fell upon Bree and there was an icy chill in the air. Though Winter was fading for Spring there came snow down upon the quiet town, the folk were all preparing to sleep and two girls who seemed out of place walked the streets of Bree. The girls were of flaxen hair, taller than the Bree-folk, and they had blue eyes. They wore casual tunics that were well cared for, no stains could be seen upon it and they were kept neat.

So it has happened at last!

I have imagined this day for so long, but I can hardly believe it is now here. It has been a long, hard journey from the dark times in exile. Now I can safely say I am happy. I have a loving wife, something I did not think I would live long enough to see. A humble soldier  becoming a Lord through marriage.

(A note shakily written as though with some difficulty)

Dearest one,

Night seems to fall on this sleepy town of Swerbrey none too fast. The days seem to last longer and longer with each passing hour. I walk the streets alone. This place looks forgotten. I fear I am the last left in its hollows.

Melowen sits down with a deep sigh, her face posed on her hands. How much stupid was that? And for what, an even more stupid challenge?

If only the Captain weren't so stubborn. Damn him! He even gave me his own ring.

And Gleothain! Oh my, if Valkine really has sent that letter... what did he think? Assuming it's arrived, yes, of course, but still.

It has been some time since I recorded my thoughts. So much has kept me busy, away from Bree and my responsibilities. While it felt good to ride away and once again experience the roughness of the Wilds, I could not help but miss the simpler, more joyful life amongst my companions.

Tywerd looked around inside The Prancing Pony Inn .  Fireplace was lit , people were standing near it , drinking , talking ..   Tywerd saw barliman washing glasses with a piece of white cloth . At the table that was overlooking the fireplace , four hobbits were dancing and drinking .