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Léofwyn enjoyed the return to Bree. An evening of food, ale, and tales at the Prancing Pony was a delight after the latest journey. She sat beside Bregil at the table as the tale was told. He seemed much more relaxed back in Bree, the adventure had certainly not gone the way he intended. Léofwyn gently mocked his lack of direction in the fog. Surely one so learned in ancient lore and cultures could navigate a simple misty path. But the merriment and jest faded after a time as each member of the party departed for the evening, some for far off places whether it be many leagues away or in thoughts of distant lands. She made her farewells and bid the others to seek her in Bree should they return.

Even though she remained in Bree for the time, her heart was set upon Rohan. She spent much of the next day thinking of her brothers and the loss of their father. She still held the letter from her brother, Elfthain, now lord of Fowlmere in their father's stead. No doubt he would prove a worthy heir. She then set about writing a letter to home. Within it she laid out all that had happened in her travels back to Bree, including the Old Troll, and even a bit of tell about Bregil. Though she had no strong romantic feelings for the man one way or the other, she knew it would please her mother to know that her only daughter was not so consumed by business and war to forsake the possibility of a husband. Finally she ended the letter with a detailed accounting of all the peoples of Rohan that had traveled to Bree and their business. A small ledger of trade was attached concerning goods available and desired in Bree. Her letter was given to a small caravan of travelers heading towards Meduseld. She hoped to get a reply before winter fully set in.

Over the following weeks she crossed paths with Tomas, the boy's excitement for the upcoming treasure hunt was apparent. She had to remind him of the peril before them. It seemed his brush with the Old Troll had made him a minor celebrity among the gossipers of Bree. She made a point to speak with his father about the idea, perhaps it would be best when the others returned. The occasional pint in the evening with Bregil, Orn, or many of the other locals kept her up to date on the local news. Yet she turned her thoughts towards the upcoming adventure often.

As the days wore down a chill began to creep into the evening air. The occasional morning ride with Aelfric along the East Road seemed to lighten her heart despite the need for a riding cloak. Autumn closed in as the leaves began to ignite in fall colors. It was sight she seldom experienced in her youth. There were trees in Rohan of course, but something about the forests in the North seemed to hold a unique beauty, ancient in its nature. These short rides among the forested fields cleared her mind. By the time the first flurries of winter appeared she began to feel a peace that she had not felt since before the fateful encounter in the Barrow Downs. It was the way she felt when a new adventure lay on the road ahead.

Léofwyn enjoyed the return to Bree. An evening of food, ale, and tales at the Prancing Pony was a delight after the latest journey. She sat beside Bregil at the table as the tale was told. He seemed much more relaxed back in Bree, the adventure had certainly not gone the way he intended. Léofwyn gently mocked his lack of direction in the fog. Surely one so learned in ancient lore and cultures could navigate a simple misty path. But the merriment and jest faded after a time as each member of the party departed for the evening, some for far off places whether it be many leagues away or in thoughts of distant lands. She made her farewells and bid the others to seek her in Bree should they return.

Even though she remained in Bree for the time, her heart was set upon Rohan. She spent much of the next day thinking of her brothers and the loss of their father. She still held the letter from her brother, Elfthain, now lord of Fowlmere in their father's stead. No doubt he would prove a worthy heir. She then set about writing a letter to home. Within it she laid out all that had happened in her travels back to Bree, including the Old Troll, and even a bit of tell about Bregil. Though she had no strong romantic feelings for the man one way or the other, she knew it would please her mother to know that her only daughter was not so consumed by business and war to forsake the possibility of a husband. Finally she ended the letter with a detailed accounting of all the peoples of Rohan that had traveled to Bree and their business. A small ledger of trade was attached concerning goods available and desired in Bree. Her letter was given to a small caravan of travelers heading towards Meduseld. She hoped to get a reply before winter fully set in.

Over the following weeks she crossed paths with Tomas, the boy's excitement for the upcoming treasure hunt was apparent. She had to remind him of the peril before them. It seemed his brush with the Old Troll had made him a minor celebrity among the gossipers of Bree. She made a point to speak with his father about the idea, perhaps it would be best when the others returned. The occasional pint in the evening with Bregil, Orn, or many of the other locals kept her up to date on the local news. Yet she turned her thoughts towards the upcoming adventure often.

As the days wore down a chill began to creep into the evening air. The occasional morning ride with Aelfric along the East Road seemed to lighten her heart despite the need for a riding cloak. Autumn closed in as the leaves began to ignite in fall colors. It was sight she seldom experienced in her youth. There were trees in Rohan of course, but something about the forests in the North seemed to hold a unique beauty, ancient in its nature. These short rides among the forested fields cleared her mind. By the time the first flurries of winter appeared she began to feel a peace that she had not felt since before the fateful encounter in the Barrow Downs. It was the way she felt when a new adventure lay on the road ahead.