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Bredan walked to the start of the path that led to the door of the Green Dragon. A big smile came across his face and he felt something inside him, he felt that he was home. Although of course he wasn’t, he had left Gondor and decided to come to the Shire almost two years ago. But the road was not a simple one, his horse had been killed when he had been attacked and robbed, but it was all right know. Thanks to lady Aman and Master Meriadoc.

Bredan had enjoyed his time with the Brandybuck, being able to help repair the stable for him, it was the least the Gondorian man could do for the lending of a horse. Bredan continued to smile as he walked up the path to the Inn, cheery hobbits organising chairs outside.

“Good day.” Bredan said to all.

As he pushed the door Bredan remembered when he had first entered, a confused angry man, but he felt different. He couldn’t help thinking it was because he had found his assailants and taken his possessions back, along with other things they had collected. Bredan had to kill two of them or he would no longer be here, but he took one back to Brandybuck hall where he was sent to jail.

Bredan walked up to the bar and run his hands over it as if he was searching for memories, but he did not need to search, the memories were fresh in his mind.

“I acted like an idiot.” He muttered under his breath.

Bredan looked up to see if he could get served, the young hobbit maid serving looked apprehensive about serving but came up anyway.

“What can I get you sir?” asked Ruby, standing a little further away than usual.

“You can let me apologise for my rude behaviour last time I inhabited this inn,” said the Gondorian man. “I can promise that I have changed.”

“That is ok we had all wondered where you had gone.”

The Gondorian man felt the kindness sweep all over him and smiled.

“If you would be kind enough to get me a cup of tea I will tell you when you are less busy.”

“That would be great said the young Hobbit lass.” And she ran to get the tea.