Few creatures moved through the dying rains and the softening thunder. But Huan Vu the wolfhound paid no attention to the grumbling air and the pelting drops. He had found his master Minastan and now was on a mission. He headed for Bree at a dead run.
Harald was waiting at Dantha’s barn when the wolfhound arrived at his familiar kennel. Familiar no more! It was crowded, like every barn in town, with beasts brought in from the outlying farms.
I take your dim-witted meaning, read the unsigned note wrapped in the Mayor’s red kerchief. Huan Vu had suffered it to be tied around his neck again. Be assured the bandits shall not enter the village where you do not wish. I will see to it. And someone with sufficient wits in Bree should beware of the wave of bandits that will come soon. These will be soldiers and families ousted from their homes. They gathered at Weathertop while their scouts came to Bree and took our measure. Well do they know us, I wot, and well do they covet our goods and homes. ‘Tis time for you and Bree to stand true.
Harald took a deep breath. The Hobbits and Big Folk had repaired the Hedge, but for that one place left weak on purpose. The dike was deep enough. Sharp staves stuck up in ordered rows at strategic places, disguised by the leafy branches brought in by the outlying farmers.
Well did I say that downed tree branches would be a good crop this year, thought Harald.
The nets were done, woven and weighted with stones. The Hobbit archers had worked with Telien and marked their positions on high, above the gate. Their defenses were as finished as could be. Minastan’s note left no doubt as to what would happen next.
Harald gave Huan Vu a pat on the head. “Brave fellow,” he said, reclaiming his red kerchief. He left Dantha’s barn and went to the Town Hall, hoping to find Telien, Berilac, Andreth, and the other leaders of town. They needed to know about the wave of ruffians coming soon.
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