Comb and Wattle Inn

A/N: And thus comes to end a five-parter story that I enjoyed writing immensely. Thank you to everyone who gave some time of their day to read this and I hope it was as enjoyable to read as it was for me to write and plan in my head. If there's any feedback you'd like to leave feel free to PM over the mail system. The next story is either something concerning my Elf or takes place a decade back into Alex's past.

A/N: Feedback is always welcome. :) Hope you enjoy reading!

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

A/N: Feedback welcome, thanks for reading and enjoy!

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

Alex could feel eyes on his back.

A/N: Hello! If you're reading this, I'm looking for feedback, critique and comments on storywriting, like pace, tone, enjoyment. I haven't written in a long time and it's been more than a year since I'd done something for LotRO RP, and decided to pen up a multi-part story on this character's current plotline, so that I can get back into the habit of writing and improve my storytelling skills.

Any feedback I get is very very appreciated! It would help me a lot towards getting back into the flow of things!

The evening starts to creep in, the long day is coming to a close. Brendmor Forsten stands looking over the town square, the traders hawking their wares, the bustle of the town still present. He glances over seeing his relief head into town following their patrol in Chetwood. Those about him notice his mood pick up, a smile crosses his face, he rolls his head breathing a sly of relief realizing his shift has finally come to an end.

Strange are the times of late.

       As I sit in the Comb and Wattle, my new haunt; being frustrated by the damned hoard of silver-voiced pointy-ears in the Prancing Pony, I wonder at the state of the land.