Nothing ventured...

As Dagramir awakes for a fresh day of travel, following his decision to kip in an old Watch-house, he looks out across the horizon in wonder. Summer had certainly arrived in the Bree-lands, and the beautiful sight of the sun beating down across the farmland almost made him reconsider his final destination... But, after a few moment of reflection, he reaffirmed himself that this was a journey he had to take, for his own good.

So, Trestlebridge awaited...