It looks like we will be making our return journey to Breeland soon, though Maurr goes on before us, called urgently there by Mister Bild. Maddoct, myself, and two other Dwarves will be making our way eastwards in that direction behind him, though at a slower pace. I know not what has befallen Bild and others in Bree but I sincerely hope that they'll be alright. I also hope that Miss Addie and Miss Neth are still holding up well and healing fast. I look forward to bringing back the maple wood from the Old Forest that Maddoct said Master Lexand will bring us to when we reach Buckland. I hope it will make Miss Addie smile again.
So far, this excursion to the Shire has done me a world of good, though there are worries abound. I thought that perhaps the Hobbits here simply find me to tall to be comfortable around. But, a few small Hobbit lasses around Tuckborough stopped me at some point to ask me questions left and right. And they were simply so adorable that I couldn't refuse them -- not that I ever thought of doing so! In fact, most of the Hobbits of the area I've been told is called Tookland seemed more curious about me than fearful. I suppose that, just as it is in the lands of Menfolk, there are differences among groups of Hobbits. I look forward to coming this way in the spring again and telling them more tales of this and that.
I wonder if Hawk and Miss Xanderian have left for Rivendell like they said they were going to. Considering all that happened afore Maddoct and I left, perhaps that might have delayed them a bit. Perhaps they'll yet be there when Maddoct and I finally make it back. I should like to bid them a proper farewell.
But now I'm worried that perhaps Hawk hasn't gotten the letter I asked Miss Xanderian to give him. Not that I doubt her memory but [here there is a small section scribbled out]
I just wish he knew how sorry I am for all that happened with Miss Xandilif. I wish so much that it never came to pass and I shall feel sorry for it until I know my apology reaches him! And if he has gone and I still do not know, then I will write as many letters to Rivendell as possible. And if that doesn't work, then I'll search until I find him and let him know myself. I care a great deal for him and I won't let my remorse go unspoken.
There I go, worrying again when I should be focusing on assisting Maddoct and those who will be joining us for the return journey.
Keep your head about you, Finch! Everything will be fine.
