Edwin Leafwood

Like every day for the last two weeks, Kennet went to Bree to take care of various matters. But the young man was not fooling himself: he went to find out if there was a response from Rivendell.

The sound of hammer against anvil in the forge and axes against wood on the various work tables could be heard at an uneven pace at all times inside Three-farrow Crafting Hall. But the study area was at a lower level and separate from the rougher work area, and by some marvel of architecture the high ceilings of the hall seemed to attract the noises.