As here I sit, right before the fires at the Inn of the Prancing Pony, I must think about the journey before me. Through snow and wind, frost and chill, and a jouyous journey may it be!
Soon I am to leave this town and travel up North and West again. One season ago I have been invited by the sweet hobbit Amorey to her Yule musical. I did not meet the lovely hobbit since she attended our Hall of Fire gathering. I hope she is doing all well and more than ready for her musical.
Soon I am to leave the Prancing Pony and this town of Bree. The young town which is shaking under the neighing of the horses brought in by the Rohirrim.
Despite the difficulty of hiding my leaves; I love this town. The trees would merrily sing in here while the Withywinle flowed in the days before this folk came here. Anyways, I think I do like it with their songs and dances more. The new stage in here in Bree has been an excellent meeting point for me and my friends. Each time I teach the dancing steps to a younger one; I remember the joy Luthien had while she danced in secret in the woven woods of the once Elvenhome.
Soon I am to leave this town, I hope my friends Awiergan, Nurue, Damondir, Sanchi the Goblin-Golfer and Master Gungur and many others will drop in the inn soon; so that I can take them with me down into a snowy and glittering hobbit fairy-tale. e must stop by the ovens in the Shire and stock some blueberry pies as always I do whiel passing to the Mountians Blue. And, I should find a soft blanket for my Mirielien, anyways. I still hope to find any track or sign of Ilviel, for I do believe her fate is not that of Nimrodel.
