''Bree''

It had been another evening in the company of the physician, after her work in the garden. She had found it difficult to extract from herself her reasons for staying, long after her work had finished. It was becoming something of a companionable habit for her. She felt some guilt on the matter, and had told him so, but she could not express why, to him, or even to herself.

A smile crept over the woman's features as she examined the interior of the property. She stood beside a much older Bree-man, in an older farmhouse. The man had suggested a reasonable sum for the property. Indeed, she thought to herself, this place was perhaps too reasonable to be true. 

Dathbrand Doomhelm, A man of Rohan, lead his man out on a night patrol outside of Edoras. Everything seemed good and clear, and with this Dathbrand took a moment to gaze into the night sky, He admired the Bright white hue of the stars above him. The wild and untamed blue and violet sky warmed his heart. He ordered his men to ride toward Edoras. Moments after giving the order, a shrieking howl traveled through the wind and upon their ears. That howl, unmistakably that of a warg, put him on edge. "WARGS!!!!!" he shouted. He saw wargs charging toward him.

It's been an hour since my last meal, and nearly a day since my meal before that. Aside from a few cakes and biscuits I managed to pack, my diet has become rather scanty. My thoughts have remained with Blackberry, and some good news and fortune regarding her dire situation has seemed to inspire hope in me, and of course replenished my natural appetite.

The eve of winter is starting and with it coming the dry, empty air with the smell of spice and smoke. Fortunately, I find this time of year rather pleasant, as it provides an excuse for more partying and drinking, and reason for getting a new hat.

It is unusual for a Hobbit to stray too far from the comforts of his home, even more unusual is to do so and enjoy it. A week ago I was clanking mugs in friendship with some Big Folk after supper, and now I find myself behind this soiled parchment, alone with ale, and curious. While the past has gifted me with many moments of solitude, it still remains quite simple to find the comfort in familiarity.