(May 23rd, 2015)

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This is related to the following event:
Songs Of The Water - A Musical Tale
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She spent the night at Stock, and before sunrise the next day proceeded towards the Bucklebury Ferry.

"Oh yes, I remember him," the ferryhobbit said. "Polite lad, crossed over just a few days ago." He gave her a curious look. "Friend of yours?"

(May 3rd, 2015)

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This is related to the following event:
Evendim Chicken Run
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Captain's Quick Report:  Evendim Chicken Run

Rosa couldn't sleep, and the late watches found her kicking pebbles into the Brockenborings pond.

Where would Fred have gone?

She stared into the water, which reflected only dim starlight. Fred quite liked ponds, and even rivers. He was curious about boats (though to her knowledge, he'd never been on anything bigger than a fishing raft). Grandma Esme had a book about the waterways of the Shire, with lots of pictures, and when he was little Fred always used to turn straight to--

Bucklebury Ferry!

Rosa slipped out of the Green Dragon early that Friday, collecting her pack from underneath the bench by the door. 

It was time to go home.

While she walked, she thought about her mother's letter.

Rosa sat at the kitchen table for several minutes before she realized one hand was over her mouth and had been for quite some time. The other hand still held the letter.

...is in quite a State, naturally. Your Uncle Will has made Inquiries with the local Bounders, but they are stumped, which, all respect to Cousin Fred, is not a terrible Surprise.