20th Ringaré, Calendar of Númenor
The dull weather and atmosphere of the Rushock Bog had begun to wear thin upon my mind. Whilst it provides far-reaching secluscion from prying eyes of younger Hobbits, It only allows me glancing watches over the roads passing through Needlehole. Travelling dwarves and their merry songs are the only cause for interest along these roads, and they're little threat to the Shire-folk.
Todays rains leave most of the Shire's grasslands in similiar condition to the Rushock, though at least the fresh ra*n smell wards off the enternal pong of the boggy marshlands. I travelled southwards through the woods and into Michel D*lving where, should the Hobbits be keeping to their usual routine, the Bi-Weekly market should be underway.
The predictablilty of the stout-folk has proven tr** on*e more, even under this infer**l downpour. Quite the turnout, all things co****er** considered , and a rather large band of travelling Dwarves turned up ** excha**e coin and goods amongst the marketstalls.
Tonight would prove to be my last hidden amongst these infernal boglands, I plan to embark East under nightfall and find my way to Kalesiar's homeplace amongst the Bree villages by tomorrows eve. I've little news to share, though I'd wish to hear the latest updates from the North and seek out the truth to the rumours of Angmarians travelling towards the Elven lands.
*Note to readers - The *'s are to represent droplets of rain causing the words to become smudged *
