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Bredan was looking around the Inn, he was not looking for anything in particular, or anyone, but then there was no body looking for him, or was there. Bredan knew that there was always a chance of somebody coming from Gondor to try and look for him, Iolet’s husband looking for revenge on Bredan, they all knew of his fascination of Hobbit’s and the Shire. Bredan could feel the expression on his face, a worried look, not so much for fear of the danger to himself, he did not want any danger to come to the Land he was in, he would be ashamed if his blood was spilt on the Shire and stained the grass. Bredan then thought what would happen if Iolet herself would come and live with Bredan, but there was next to no chance of that, Bredan had always known in his heart that she would not live her husband. Bredan took the ring and looked at it for a while, although he knew that him and Iolet were finished for good, the ring always gave him memory of his happiest times, though his days in the Shire looked promising, if he could get back the stuff that the wildmen had stole.

Bredan then saw Lady Aman walk in, being followed by an Elf maid, Bredan finished his drink as the maid was bought over a glass of water, he ordered a tea and walked over to her table where she was sitting alone, looking round the Inn, just had Bredan had done before.

“You are only drinking water Lady Elf, may I recommend the Tea, it is the best I have had in all of Middle Earth.” Bredan extended a hand and gave a smile.

“Bredan of Gondor.” Bredan gave a small bow, he did not know why, there was something about the Maid that gave Bredan the feeling that she was of noble status, perhaps it was her elfish sparkling eyes that seemed to pierce right through to your soul or her beautiful dress of deep blue and silver trim.