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Bree-Town

Of Meadred's Sons and Daughters

Submitted by Meadwine on March 23rd, 2014
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Author: 
Aegaldred, for he is skilled in word weaving and writing.

This is a tale of family that has found itself with plight. Meadred and his wife live still in the Riddermark, and Meadred still rides among the Rohirrim to defend his land. His eldest son went missing without word, and when the war grew greater he sent the rest of his children South where they would be safe.

City of Men

Submitted by Morithelion on December 18th, 2013
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Story

Morithelion gently tugged the mane of the horse, whispering to him in Sindarin. His words were gentle, the beast being but an animal and one who he knew would never judge him. He sighed as they came to rest, and peered out over the open stretch of land. In the distance, he noted a clustering of lights shining in the darkness. The elf cocked his head, for he knew this city, though only in tales and by word of mouth.

Chronicle link: 
Trial of His Kind: A Life Led by Sorrow, Odium and Ambiguity

Alone in Bree-town

Submitted by Ashenne on December 23rd, 2012
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Since her time with the hobbits ended, Ashenne tried living a life free of crime. She ended up hungry and homeless in Beggar's Alley.

A man named Michael Blackbent approached Ashenne. He offered her a deal, that they would rob people around Bree and split the earnings for an indeterminate amount of time.

Brothers

Submitted by Govin on December 19th, 2012
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Back in Bree - Page 1

Submitted by Carlotta on February 9th, 2012
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Diary

A new page has turned. As I leave behind my writings from Imladris, I joyfully turn to the next page.

Apparently, Beodrid has been harbouring quite some feelings for me, and I only recently became aware of it after I had kissed him, in an attempt to ward off his drunken suitor, Areene, a foolish young girl who had been jumping him and constantly trying to win his affections.

Reluctant return.

Submitted by Baedwulf on March 12th, 2011
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After months away, Baedwulf rests his gaze upon the foul excuse for a tavern once more, flipping his knife over in his hand as he eyes the Prancing Pony in mild distaste.

Barlimans' Request

Submitted by Kuzgun on July 6th, 2010
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Story

Barliman always impressed me with his sharp memory and after more than three years he remembered me as the swiftest messenger he had ever seen. I was a young fool before who hasn’t got any idea of a real world and I believe he saw the difference too. After giving me the room I always liked to stay in the attic, he came to see me…

The Death of Dirk.

Submitted by Joy on December 10th, 2009
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Story

Incessant was the pattering of rain in the dark. A rhythmic dripping from nose and limb to join that of one large puddle covering the entire causeway, at its base the water formed a larger mass swilling with that of the mud which slid from the banks of the pathway. Rows of men stood ankle deep in water, though one could easily count a dwindled number, only amounting to thirty shield arms.

Kinship/Band link: 
Butterbur's Staff

Entry 37, Summer

Submitted by Harok on July 30th, 2009
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What kind of Adventure is this?: 
Diary
The past few weeks has been hard on my family. Our hunts have been little productive and we are short on both food and money. However, when I was delivering a couple of rabbits to a local trader, I was asked to do a task for him. Deliver an important letter to a Hobbit in the Shire. For this, I would be given ten silver coins. I knew I would have to take this task, but I had heard the rumours of late. The roads to the Shire had grown darker and more dangerous. I would never make the journey by myself.

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