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Bredan awoke, his eyes bleary and head in pain, to much ale to early in the morning, but then he remembered why he had started to drink in the first place, he remembered well talking to Aman, and then Snaveling interrupting and spoiling the moment. He remembered the confrontation that he had with Snaveling, the man seemed a lot taller and dignified to Bredan then he had before, but then again he couldn’t see straight, but that didn’t matter, he could have just hit him, but where would that get him, in the Shire and with Lady Aman, he could tell that she was requesting him to back off, so back off he did, to his room to lay down and sleep it off.

Bredan swung his legs round to the side of his bed, his body felt slightly numb. He held his head in his hands, thinking of his journey from Gondor, till he got attacked and robbed, all he had left was his sword and sheath, his clothes and the ring hung from the chain that Iolet had given when he left Gondor, there was only one way they would get that, and that was if Bredan was dead, which he wasn’t, although he felt it right now. Bredan felt the ring hanging from his neck, he took it out and looked at it, remembering Iolet’s dark beautiful eyes, set in her beautiful face, he wiped the tear from his eye. He had argued so much when she told him that her husband had found out about them, she cast him away to save him, this he only really understood on the long journey from Gondor to the Shire, and although he loved her, Iolet’s heart belong to her husband, it would never be Bredan’s.

Bredan looked out the window, his eyes were hurt by the beams of sunshine that shot straight to his eyes, he looked away, slowly getting up he undressed and went to get washed and clean. Coming back to the window after his wash and clean he felt a lot better and happier, and cleaner about himself, coming to terms with his trouble and his heart just mending, but the view from the window, the countryside of the Shire rolling on for what seemed for ever, with the odd structure breaking the landscape and casting shadows from the sun, the view was so different to that of Minas Tirith, it reminded him of Lady Aman. His mind went back again to the morning, during his drinking binge, he had a lot to apologise for, and an apology would probably have to go to Snaveling, if he got an apology from Snaveling first, for interrupting his conversation with Lady Aman, and if Bredan could know more of this Snaveling then perhaps his mind would be made up whether to like him or not.

Walking into the Inn Bredan felt some stares coming his way, strolling up to the bar he saw the young Hobbit lass, the one that had served him during the morning, he strolled up to her and leant on the bar to make the comment personal to her.

“Hello, I am Bredan of Gondor,” he said with an apologetic look on his face. “I just wanted to apologise for my attitude and behaviour this morning, I had no right to be so impolite, I promise it will never happen again and hope you will receive my sincere apology” he shot a smile to her at the end of the sentence.

“Your apology is accepted, Bredan of Gondor.”

“Do you know where I may find Lady Aman, I wish to have words with her.” Bredan asked extremely politely.

“I believe she has just popped out the back she will be back in a moment.” Replied the Hobbit lass, equally politely.

“Will you tell her that I would like to see her in my room, and may I have a Tea to take there please.” Bredan asked

“Certainly” the Hobbit said.

Bredan waited for his tea, thanked the Hobbit lass again and retired to his room, to wait for Aman and work out what he would say to apologise to her.