[Hathalas Ashen-Shield]

Tinüsel sat, smoking his pipeweed, on his sturdy oaken armchair in his cabin in Bree, pondering the rumours and news that his ears had caught. Apparently, travellers and scouts had reported a strange disease, killing the livestock, setting itself in the plants, destroying crops, rotting the land with its filthy stench and malicious doing, causing a repulsive plague across Eriador.

The signs had appeared as far away as Rivendell, Imladris, the nearly deserted elf city and The Shire, the land of the little folk, full of rolling green hills. It broke Tinüsel's heart to think of those poor halflings, starving to death due to this horrible plague. A burning desire to help these people struck up in his body.

Tinüsel's eyes rolled over outside his window. He peered outside, and saw a notice pinned to a neighbouring cabin. It read:

NOTICE-TO THE VILLAGERS OF BREE

A disease is passing through the city. It will most likely kill all animals and plants growing, so we, the Administrators of the City, advise all villagers to stock up on provisions quickly, the plague is a day or two away from hitting. Also, any interested in aiding the town, there will be a meeting at the Old Hall on the South-Eastern side of the city who will be called up to order to discuss the disease and figure out ways of stopping this plague. It will be held in three days time. Halflings of the shire and elves of Rivendell are called to the meeting as well.

THE CITY OF BREE

Tinüsel thought for a moment, and he thought of the poor shirelings, suffering from this, and decided that he would attend the meeting. Then he went out to his backyard to pile up his vegetables and fruits into baskets to bring them inside.

[ March 19, 2003: Message edited by: piosenniel ]

[ March 21, 2003: Message edited by: Hathalas Ashen-Shield ]