The sun was setting again, and the first drops of rain started falling on the moist ground, winter's on its way for good. Fiontann was in his house, preparing a cup of hot tea, he spend the last few moments motionless, with his gaze fixed on the fireplace, as the water was boiling, hanging over the fire. His hand slowly raised, and stopped over his chest, and slightly caressed it, that moment thoughts of Bree and his life so far filled his mind. He pushed in into his tunic and produced an envelope out of his inside pocket, a sealed envelope and looked at it for some moments. On it he saw what happened the past days, and most of all that very day, when he and Rothrian spent some heart opening time together.
The water started boiling, causing Fion to raise his head from the envelope and come back into reality. With care he made a cup of hot, strong tea and seated himself outside his house, under a cover he made to shelter himself from the rain. It was completely dark now, the only light coming was that of the lamps, down the road and from the lightnings every now and then, which where followed by the roaring thunders that broke the silence. The lightnings themselves reminded him of the flame that's produced when two swords meet each other in battle, and that made him think of the battles he took part in it, especially the last one in Annuminas. He smiled a little, thinking of those events, until his mind traveled to something that happened earlier that day.
He was at the Prancing Pony as always, and when he left he stumbled upon Rothrian, the lass he met in Annuminas, she was angry and sad about something. So, they shared a bottle of whisky and Fion showed her his favorite place outside Bree, that place is just some feet away from the walls, but he always liked it because he was outer side of the walls Bree, looking at the Gate, making him feel that now he's outside of the town. Rothrian spoke to him about the cause of his anger and bitterness, it turned out that both wanted the same thing, to leave Bree. To find their cause to fight, to feel alive again. Rothrian was almost ready to leave, but Fion had to take care of things before even thinking of doing that. After all that talk he managed to cheer her up and they spend their time laughing on the grass until the time came to leave.
Now Fiontann was sitting in his yard with his tea and the envelope in his hand, feeling it, he had no intention of opening yet, he had a feeling that he knew what was written in it. Before reading it he had to take care of many things, then he could read it and decide what was to be done. Another lightning shed light around him and he stood up to go inside. He washed the cup and put it on the shelf. Once again he looked at the envelope and put it back in his pocket, "Soon!" he thought and went to sleep. He lied tired on the bed, thinking of what is to be done, till sleep came and took him in a calm journey into the valley of dreams.
