Bree and the Prancing Pony

A farming village seemed more promising the more their provisions ran low. The horses were slow and poor, and more a hindrance than a help.

After heading far enough north, they made camp anew. Es headed into the quaint town and its quaint inn.

At the bar, he asked for work. Butterbur must have liked the way the Gondorian held himself. A job tending the bar was swift laid out for him. 

A starting point. He'd begin the following evening, on the late shift.

Before I had fallen for that obnoxious man, I lived quite calm and quiet life in Bree-Town. Or should I say, boring life. Much did not happen, if anything. My greatest joy after my work was to bathe, switch to my pretty dress and walk to the Pony for a goblet of red wine. Quite rarely I spoke to others. I did not see Derenhir and I was certain he had forgotten all about me. Then one day, I met this boy, or should I say a young man, who was a local.