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The small dwarven company, put off by the facilities of the Forsaken Inn, decided to return to Bree and the Prancing Pony. Having caught some nice catfish in a small pond on the way, they approached the gate late in the evening.
I found myself on my own again; surrounded by my thoughts.
I was about to send another letter to Gondor but I fear I can not tell my father everything.
There is this strange feeling, which I can not describe.
I saw him again; he was in Bree. It was just a short moment of a blink; a second but it felt like eternity.
His eyes were looking at me; examining me and smiling.
There was something in his gaze that I liked… For the first time; I saw something like trust in it.