I’m sorry for waiting so long before writing you. The Grand Journey Home brought me so far from the Shire that I missed you and all my relatives so much, but when my friends call for an adventure, well, I can’t say no.
It was a dangerous journey, after all, and it wasn’t easy for me to write while we were camping, since I was worried to analyse all the unfamiliar sounds around us.
Yesterday I attended my first Archet Aid and I really enjoyed it even if it was the most crowded event I ever attended. Tall people everywhere! I didn’t even know where to put my feet without being pushed or, worse, crushed. Fortunately, I’ve been able to find my friends when I arrived and we had so much fun attending a play, watching Master Hoo’s archery skills, observing a race and their funny competitors and more. A nice event for the people of that unlucky village.
Hope you’re doing well, my friend. I miss you.
What a journey! It took us so much time and effort, but there actually were hobbits to find at the end of the path. They speak a strange dialect and have beards, like the Dwarves, can you believe that?
They look hospitable and we’re going to spend one last night with them at Maur Tulhau between music and food, of course.
Echad Dunann to Maur Tulhau -Saturday, October 10th
Quite an adventure! This is something that should be written in our diaries.
I didn’t want to go to Forochel, my last experience there left me with only bad memories of that place and I didn’t want to repeate the quest-die flow again. Fortunately updated gears and my warden skills helped a lot (beware hunters, this region seems not being a good fit if you’re a hobbit) and I actually helped the Lossoth people.
I started my quests in Kauppa-kohta and I managed to not die a single time, a miracle indeed. Then I moved to Pynti-peldot, not my favourite place, but not as bad as I thought it would be. Finally, I reached Zigilgund and I enjoyed my time helping the Dwarves.
I liked so much this place that I was almost sad when I’ve been sent to Sûri-kylä.
Fortunately the travel was safe and smooth and I arrived to the city in the ice, as they call it, safe and sound. The Lossoth are so different from the other Men, they live in strange houses built with ice and fabric and leather, somehow they look like big hobbit holes made up with different materials.
Well, I still have so much to do there that I don’t know when I’ll be able to leave. In the meantime I’ll admire the beautiful landscapes around me. The best part, in my opinion, is the sky.
This is what happened when a bunch of hobbits decide to visit their cousins in Gloomglens, Enedwaith. More info about the Grand Journey Home can be found at Lina’s burrow.
Unfortunately I missed the first leg of the journey, but I reached my friends in time for the other ones.
Bree to Ost Guruth – Sunday, September 13th
Ost Guruth to Rivendell – Saturday, September 19th
Rivendell to Echad Dunann – Sunday, September 27th
Yuletide is my favourite moment of the year, I always look forward for all the parties and the annual trips to Frostbluff. The last festival was a very good one and I’d like to share some happy memories.