Yesterday I arrived in Bree-Land.
After spending weeks among the high deserts of the Lone-Lands I had found little to describe. The land is plagued with dry grasses and wolves who prowl in the night. The days were warmer than I would appreciate.
It was yesterday morning when I had finally reached the edge of the dry land, coming unto the green fields of Bree-Land. I had walked for a few hours before I came upon a lake North of a small settlement. It was there that I had stared at the lake for what felt like days, however, I was interrupted abruptly when I heard the sounds of combat.
A dwarf who smelled of sewage with a black beard tied in terrible knots was slaughtering wild animals in the light forests that surrounded the lake. Foxes, badgers, and even wild dogs were not safe from his slaughter. I had immediately gone into hiding among the bushes naturally, but when he had cornered another dog against a rock shouting something about claiming the land "In the name of the Blackbeards," I had to act. I loosed three arrows into him, but this dwarf was mad and barreled right over me, cracking my ribs. I would have been done for if he hadn't of slipped right over the edge of the cliff and into the water below. It was then that I had made my painful escape into the nearby town of Bree.
Once in Bree I had asked around where I might find an inn. The obvious choice was the Prancing Pony Inn, at the top of a hill. When I had gone into the inn, all I could think of was finding a warm corner to sit and rest. In my dazed state I began to hear voices. These voices asked me if I was injured, which was followed by me looking about myself to find no one, so I quickly moved from my spot to another. Despite having moved spots, the voices persisted, telling me to come to the fireplace. When I did come near the fireplace I spotted someone sitting near it, an elf. The moment I had looked her way our eyes met and she smiled.
The elf-maiden had been hiding in plain sight, speaking to me through my mind alone. At first I was nervous, but I eventually fell into a daze and spoke with her at length about why I had come so far from Gondor and where I was going next. I am unsure what had happened, but by the time our conversation ended, the sun had long set and the elven-maiden was gone. Though I have wrote the least about the meeting with the elven-maiden, it was perhaps one of the finest moments of my life. The words that we spoke to each other are perhaps left to my mind alone, not even paper may know them.
What honor did I receive that night?
