I have finally made it to Bree-land. It is the twenty-forth of July and I began my journey West to Eriador nearly three months ago now, though it feels as if it has been double that. I suppose stopping at every unique boulder and twisting tree will do that. Finding my way to the hub of the central village of Bree was simple enough. If you listen for naught but a minute, you will hear mention of "The Prancing Pony."
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