The company was on the rode yet again. The company had stayed in the old campsite for a few days healing their wounds. And most were healed except that Vráin was still blind. After all the disorder about the dwarf brothers coming on the rest of the journey, Elentari had taken pity on them and let them come. Now they were headed west to the Grey Havens. The journey took many days. Most of the time Rowan stayed by Vráin and Gráin in case they needed any help. He spent much of the time talking to the dwarf brothers.
The trip was long and boring. Scenery consisted of plains and bottomlands with small forests scattered around. The sun was high in the air and it was warm. I wonder why we are going to the Grey Havens, Rowan thought as they rode on steadily. They saw few animals or living creatures for that matter. Well until they arrived at the borders of the Shire.
Soon they arrived at the edges of a forest. They stayed at many inns as they traveled though small towns. Towns filed with halflings. They were in the Shire! Rowan remembered hearing about this place from the Hobbits in Bree. The rode past many hobbits. They all looked confused at the sight of men, elves, and dwarves. They probably aren’t use to travelers going though their town.
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