I have been tasked with finding information on the palantirs in the land of men called “Bree-land”. I do not want to go, but I must. It is not really a matter worth discussing. I have been advised to wear a hood around the Men, as they do not see the eldar often, as so it may cause disruption. I am not fond of being the centre of attention, so I will heed this advice, to save me some trouble. I have packed my bags, with rations for the road and with supplies that might come in useful if I get in a spot of trouble, though I’d rather avoid any of it. I also got a fresh quiver of arrows – some are for hunting and others are not. I am not too fond of travelling, but as I am by myself, it will be a little more pleasant. I was rather dreading travelling with them all, for I would probably have to keep up a conversation with them the whole time, which would be rather tiring.
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I have just left Imladris. With my horse, I walked through High Moor, down to the Fords of Bruinen and then across it. I have been following the path through the Trollshaws now, and it is a long road. When night started to fall, I tried to continue along the road, but my horse wouldn’t have it, not liking the dark as much as me. So, I found a place to camp, a hidden clearing amongst the trees, away from the road, but close enough to find it again. I am not entirely sure where I am. I heard several unnerving sounds – I was warned of trolls, it may be one of those. Hopefully I am hidden enough to stay safe.
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I am at the Last Bridge, according to what I’d studied on the map. No trolls troubled me last night, so I was able to go on without any trouble. I saw some elves camped, heading west. They greeted me and asked if I was going west too. I told them that I had another task and that I would never go west anyway, those lands are not for me. I then carried on, leaving them behind. I did not want them to catch up with me, so I moved at a faster pace for a while. It is now noon, and I have stopped to eat, at this bridge. The water by the bridge was cool and clear, so I drank from it and let my horse do so as well. Looking across the water, I see a dried-up land, barren and desolate, with nothing growing. The map said it was called “Lone-Lands”. In common, “lone” means alone, so its name fits what I can see of it. Hopefully I will remain alone too in these lands, so that I can get through quickly and make this journey shorter.
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I have crossed into “Bree-land”. It did not take me long to cross the dead lands and I am glad I stopped to refresh myself before crossing it, for there would have been nowhere there to do so, at least from what I could see from the road. I kept going forward and eventually I made it to these greener lands. I stopped on their edge, though avoiding the building with the collapsed in roof, as although I could see Men there, it did not look a nice place to stay. I am resting in a copse of trees – I will get to the town of “Bree” tomorrow.
