Feaandir

Their road from Wyld Hunt’s Second Base in Bree-land was largely uneventful. The stay at Bree's hunting lodge was brief and boring. From Bree-town they headed North along the Greenway. Light drizzle started shortly after they left. On this rainy evening, the group got close to the small town of Trestlebridge - and noticed that the citizens were in distress…

This being a report of a conversation heard one day in the town of Trestlebridge between two friends sitting on the stonework of that hamlet's namesake bridge.

Freddie sat down on the parapet, her legs hanging above the abyss "Would you tell me something, Feaandir... how many times have you been to Fornost before?"

The lore-master took up his pipe weed pouch and opened it. He took his time in answering.

"Twice."