travel

I left the next day, without wasting time. It was still raining, my clothes had not had time to dry during the short night. This day was still long and I had to cross the Shire as soon as possible, since the day of the rendezvous was getting closer. It was during this monotonous march under the greyness, which did not honor the green hills of the country, that I began to ask myself serious questions about what was waiting for me beyond the land of halflings. Will I be accepted? How will my comrades be? What will I do if I have to turn back in these lands that I do not know?

Earth! After a good breath, I decided to leave the waters and these pirates, to launch me without losing time towards Evendim. It was raining. And I still had to leave Ered Luin on my steed, cross the Shire obliquely, then cross the northern border to arrive in Evendim. This part of the trip would probably be more pleasant, with a tavern where human warmth and a good meal would wait for me almost every night.

Finally decided, I wandered a few days on the docks of Dol Amroth in search of a boat that could bring me closer to Eriador. I ended up taking a place on a 300-ton brig-schooner, which is fifty meters in length, laden with meat, cloth, and around fifty crew members of the most abject scum. The sailors do not really frighten me to tell the truth, on the other hand, the Captain seems able to lynch a man for a bad look, he inspires no confidence. But to rally Evendim on time, I have no choice.