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So there I was, riding me pony with as many of me things as I could pack, heading fer Needlehole an the Yondershire.
It was strange how it happened. One day I was carrying on as usual with me chores and me cooking, happy as anything, and then that dream came back ter me. It was as if it were yesterday! But that dream was over ten years old. Why was it back, an with such strength I had ter act on it?
Tuesday, December 5th, 3019. Hullo again, journal. Due to my busy schedule as a popular and important country gentlehobbit, I have decided that I shall primarily write in this journal every Tuesday, safe for perhaps certain special occasions. In these entries I shall speak about the different occurrences of what had happened throughout my week. Now the most difficult part in writing these entries is how do I begin?
Tuesday, 28th, November, 3019. Dear journal, my name is Theudo Furryfoot, Esquire. I am a country gentlehobbit and the highly esteemed master of Furryfoot Hall. I hail from West Farthing of the Shire. I have received this journal as a Mathom gift from my dear friend, Ronol Burrweed a few months ago. Unfortunately the date of his birthday appears to elude my memory at the moment of writing this entry.
The Elves of Lósengriol strike out in an unexpected direction at Lirisseya's suggestion. Now that they have received some important information about the mysterious flower discovered in the snows of the Hithaeglir, they plan to seek counsel from an unexpected source.
By first light we had reached the old camp the wandering folk oft used. And with that dawn, Belegos caught up with us. He did not consider us much of a challenge to track, he said with a smile.