[Galadel Vinorel]

Autumn quickly went outside early the next day; she was determined to be the first one there. Her bag of food bumping along on her back, she hastily checked over her mental list of thins to bring on the trip.

Three pairs of clothes, a pair of thick snow boots, two coats, two fur blankets, a few precoius gold coins, which she had earned by cleaning old Master Breeche's home in Bywater, stowed safely away in her pack, her bow and a quiver of arrows on her back, her three short knives (one on her leg, another one her side, and one more on her arm), plus her precious longer knife given to her father by the elves. It was said that no harm would ever come to whoever owned or weilded the sword. She also had a pretty good supply of food and water, a bit of rope, and some herbs and cloth raps for healing, though she had heard that another hobbit was to be the healer for the journey, but extra healing untensils never hurt anyone. Autumn hadn't packed a map or compass,though. She figured that the Bullroarer would take care of that, not that she was any good with a map anyways; she never could read one of those blasted things, they were so confusing.

Autumn reached the stable of the inn and began to load her bags onto her pony. She did this very neatly, organizing everything and putting everything in its proper place. Then the young hobbit lass quietly climbed up onto her pony, Tom, and headed off to the Took's mansion, where the Bullroarer was waiting for his other traveling companions to arrive.