Bree-Land. A number of years has passed since I last set eyes on this land. It has not changed much, from what I can tell. It is still a rugged, untamed, and untouched land. Yet, there is a strange beauty to it. While it seems wild and dangerous, there is a feeling of freedom, as well.
Perhaps a bit of history, as I would hate to make so short an entry. It is said, though no sure record exists, that my family descends from the Middle-Men who lived in Arnor, after traveling north from Gondor. My ancestors fought under the banner of Artheidain, during both the civil war, and the war against Angmar. When the Great Plague swept across the land, few locales were left untouched. However, western Gondor weathered the storm well, and so my forebears took up residence there. This entire story is shrouded in mystery. None of it is certain. However, there is one variation, which my aunt particularly enjoys. She says that the father of the family was forced to flee Gondor because he, and a young heiress had gotten married. The girl's father had arranged for her to marry another lord's son, and secure a political arrangement. However, she did not like the man very much, and was in love with another. The two forbidden lovers were married in secret. Her father, apparently being quite an unpleasant man, became very angry upon hearing this, to the point of vowing to kill his daughter's husband. Thus, the first of our line fled north, with his love, to escape a homicidal lord. The reader will likely guess that this is one of the more fanciful tales of my family's beginning.
