Amorey. Shire Rose

The final days here in the Elven valley fly by, we visit our ponies while making final preparations, Scrumpy seemed very happy and eager, I guess like me it has been quite restful for him. Though as lovely as it is to be here, I long to be home and see the Shire again, the simple things in life really do come to mind when they are not present. I like my routine, and I like gravy, two things that have been quite absent on this trip.

It is a curious thing to have a desire to adventure, but never dare, you sit and wonder, what if and day dream about all the good things you may see and then of course, the dread of knowing the dangers that may lie hidden.I spoke with Amorey several times about my “bold” ideas of adventuring in the old forest beyond the Brandywine but in truth I was more fascinated with her stories for she has traveled much further than I.

I’m Brecklo! Yup that’s me, a Bounder from Needlehole and proud of it!

Seems I ‘ave seen many a folk writing in diaries and the like to record memories and events.

Up until now I’ve not given it a second thought. That was up until I fell in the river up by Brockenborings.