The West Bree Express

We have completed our work in Bree-land for now. Various farming and matchmaking activities were performed and a great deal of time was spent in the swamps dealing with spiders and goblins and flies (oh my).

We were able to track Amdir, but he again avoided capture and killed another fellow ranger. Beastly business. When I got back to Bree I had a message from Meneldir asking me to meet him at the river crossing in Tharbad.

 

Pursuit in Staddle

We have ventured to Bree-Land and are working with the local constabulary and some rangers to drive out brigands the area. We were also looking to rescue Amdir the ranger, who had been captured prior to our arrival here.

While we were successful with the brigands, our rescue of the ranger went horribly wrong. He killed a fellow ranger and has turned to the shadow.

I also rescued and old woman, the same one we rescued in Ered Luin! Curious indeed

 

Ered Luin Farewell

The Deeds in Ered Luin are complete. A dreadful misunderstanding between Dwarves and Elves has been averted. The Goblins and Dourhands have been defeated, yet there is still much work to be done in other regions.

Snowy and I bid farewell to Dwalin, Master of Thorin’s Hall, as we prepare to leave for Bree-land to lend a hand in Archet to drive the shadow from those lands as well. We shall miss Ered Luin’s peoples, but we won’t miss the snow and cold.

 

The Road to Gondamon

We are finally in Gondamon, We’ve helped Dwarves to the north and Elves to the south, however the two groups are suspicious of one another.

A prince is missing, Goblins and Dourhands are making mischief. Tensions are high. It is unlikely any time for feasting, fishing, or other pleasant pursuits will be available until this mess gets sorted out.

With any luck things should be ship shape and Bristol Fashion by tea time. One can only hope.

 

Eine Kleine Nachtangeln

We have left the snowbound north after assisting the Dwarves of Noglond. We have journeyed far to the south to the Elven harbour of Celondim. It is much warmer here and snowy and I are thawing out before our next foray into the wilds.

The town is on the river Lhûn which is very fortunate for me as it affords an opportunity for some angling activities, which naturally lead to an eventual fish fry.

Time well spent indeed.

 

Baby It’s Cold Outside

A small hitch in our travel plans due to weather. The Northern parts are intensely cold. This is not a problem for Snowy as he is naturally equipped for these circumstances. I, however, am not.

As chance would have it, I journeyed briefly to Bree and with the help of Myrtle Mint I was able to procure suitable seasonal attire from the Heartwood collection from the land of “Kanada” (they have a thing for red checkered clothing).

So onward we go.

 

Dwarven Halls Are Big

First observations, Thorin’s Hall is big. You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean as with a diminutive race such as we Hobbits, one assumes the housing will be somewhat proportional.

The Khazâd on the other hand turn these assumptions right on their head. The vastness of this place is a little overwhelming and it makes the Great Smials of Tookland seem a quaint Hobbit hole in comparison.

 

The Road to Ered Luin

Snowy and I have completed the Deeds of the Shire and let me tell you this, I commend to you the services of the fine Stable Masters. It is ever so vitally important that one has a fine horse on the journey as the amount of running to and fro would be prove to be quite bothersome without one.

Mathoms gathered, pies run, nasty things dispatched, and several rather comfortable pubs frequented.

Mission Accomplished I say, now on to Thorin’s Hall

 

Well Met in Waymeet

After much preparation and several false starts Bingo Boffin is ready to start out on his journey.

We met in Waymeet just after sunrise and a suitable breakfast as well. Had to pick up a few sundry items that he had forgotten to bring but all in all, progress has been made.

I must admit I am rather fond of his travel wear. There is a certain style about it but can’t put my finger on it. I simply shall have to ask him for the name of his tailor.

 

Book Club Night

Spent the better part of the day in the north of the Shire hunting slugs and spiders. Quite a messy undertaking, and the smell! One wonders at the noxious vapours emanating from those bogs. Quite unpleasant.

The only remedy for such a shock to the system was found later that evening at the Green Dragon Inn. A refreshing pint of Dragon’s Breath Ale and the pleasant company of the local Book Club meeting.

Mind and body renewed afresh.