[Novnarwen]

"So this is Bree," Lostlondwen cried out loud.

The rest of the company stirred at her, but said nothing. "I was just asking," she said in a far lower voice. She looked at Ewinda, doing a grimace. She didn't seem to like it either. Few were in the narrow steets, only old men, hanging with their beards. Their cloths were all dirty, and their grim faces looked as if they all had been through a really hard time. They didn't say anything to them, just stirred, with hatred in their eyes. "What's wrong?" Lostlondwen burst out to the others. It was then she realised a large man standing in front of the company. In his boots he had daggers. Why was that? Lostlondwen tought. His face was really threatening.

"You have to get past me!" she heard him say.

"Oh dear," Lostlondwen muttered.
Luckily Elentari knew how to deal with that sort of people, and there was no harm done.

The Inn, also known as the Prancing Pony was more friendly than outside, Lostlondwen agreed with herself. The food wasn't great tough, but she wasn't that hungry anyway. As soon as she could, she headed for her room. In the passage she met Ewinda.

"Hi there!" Lostlondwen cried out.

"Lostlondwen!" she replied.

"Going to bed already?" Lostlondwen asked the woman.
Ewinda and Lostlondwen were starting to get really close freinds. They enjoyed eachothers company, which was really good.

"Yeah I think so," she answered. "I am so tired," Ewinda continued.

"Good night then," Lostlondwen said while Ewinda slipped through the door to her room, and thanked for another day.

Hours went on. Lostlondwen couldn't sleep. She just couldn't stop thinking, thinking about Merenwen. Lostlondwen was afraid. She had no control over anything. She only knew that she had to stay calm. The company would meet greater evil than a troll, she knew that. But when that time comes, we will defeat it, she tought.
Lostlondwen opened the bedroom window drew in the cool air and went to sleep.