[Galadel Vinorel]

Autumn and Ned walked for a long time down the road to the Town Hall. The building was quite far away from the Inn of the Prancing Pony, and they needed to get back there and back to the inn before it closed and locked its doors for the night. As they walked, the two hobbits rarely talked, for they were walking very fast. If they did talk, they discussed their mission, and what they thought their companions were discussing back at their meeting at the inn.

Finally, they reached the old Town Hall of Bree. The door was locked, but they could see that a light was on through the window, so they knocked. A short male hobbit answered the door, and, after Autumn had given him Gaddy's note, led them to a room. In the middle of the room was a table piled with weapons. The hobbits loaded the weapons into the cart as fast as they could and left the Town Hall, headed for the inn.

As they walked down the almost empty streets pushing the heavy cart, Auutmn felt her eyes drop. She quickly jerked them open; she was very tired. Today had been a very long and exciting day, and the hobbit knew that she would rest well that night. Autumn glanced over at Ned, and saw that he too was trying to keep his eyes open with all his might. Autumn smiled to herself, and poked Ned in the ribs. "Stay awake, sleepy. We're almost at the inn. There you can rest to your hearts content; or should I say to your eye's content?" teased Auutmn with a grin.

Ned smiled at her and teased back, "I'm not tired; you are the one who is tired. I saw how you just now tried not to fall asleep, Autumn." Both of the hobbits laughed and continued on the long road.

Finally, they reached the inn. They dragged the heavy cart of weapons into the main hall, and found Gaddy waiing there for them. The hobbit then led them to a closet where they deposited the weapons. Gaddy said good night to the two then, and Autumn and Ned went to put the cart in the Inn's shed.

While they were doing this, Ned looked over at Autumn to say something, but all other thoughts left his mind, as he stared at the female hobbit. For Autumn's face was drained of all color, and the look in her eyes was a look of complete and utter terror. She was staring away to where some of the farms were located, and as Ned looked in that direction he heard what had Autumn had, that had made her rooted to where she stood. The two hobbits could hear a faint, but unmistable sound; the sound of the howling of wargs.

Suddenly, the howls broke off, and the two hobbits could hear nothing at all, besides the sighing of the wind. Not saying a word, Auutmn and Ned turned and walked back into the inn.