On Patrol (Continued from Let's Go to the Prancing Pony)

[Bêthberry]

Bethberry calmly handed Holly a towel to mop up the spilt coffee, and a bin for the broken pieces of stoneware, one or two of which she picked up herself.

Gandalf, surely as The Shire is often overlooked by those who seek power, so too would such a small creature as this be an unlikely pawn of an Enemy. No doubt it was simply following its way, satisfying its hunger and protecting itself.

Let not your anger wreck vengeance, but rather seek ways to redress the loss. Could the path be retraced and a second letter sought? Or now must our steps be sent a different way, not to Tharbad?

As she spoke, Bethberry lit two of the beeswax candles. Their scent spread a sweet aroma through the air and their light illuminated the dark walls of the cabin, shining off spider webs in the corners even.

[ July 30, 2002: Message edited by: Bethberry ]