Board Thread:Suggestions forum/@comment-26236093-20150424171833

Hello there, you probably don't know me but I'm Isengram Bolger and our mayor will whifoots very own assistant and advisor, I thought I might take the time to recall my adventures through the Bree land to whoever wishes to listen, quite a dangerous place for a hobbit of the shire and it's hardly possible to get second breakfast in any of the inns! Sorry let's continue, my journey starts when mr whitfoot my superior said to me "Isengram i have very important business for you to attend to you must go beyond the shire and give my good will and news of the shire to the mayor of Bree"! I was overjoyed to be leaving Michael delving for once and to be getting in the road again. Soon I was ready to go I brought my clothes my pipe (for a whiff of old Toby on my adventures) and a dagger incase I should meet any vagabonds or people of those sorts, I saddled my pony and was off..my journey led me through buckland and across the ferry on a safe path through the downs were I met a peculiar fellow called errr... Bom...bomba..Bombadil that's it! After all this when I eventually    reached the Bree lands I was tired so I sat in peace for a while although it wasn't long before it began to rain, and it never stopped

so I continued along the path taking in the countryside there were many maple trees here needed for our maple syrup import back home...yummmm when suddenly I bumped into a fellow he wore a tattered jacket and a shirt and heavy boots, he was one of the big folk and spoke in a deep voice-"so your travels have led you to Bree hum"! And then walked off the next passing gent I met looked dodgy and I wasn't sure I liked the look of him at all, he said to me "empty yarr pockets or I'll do it for ya hehehe"! I cave him what change I had and crept backwards but suddenly he lunged and tried to pick me up before he choked then suddenly fell over with an arrow in his back and a green clad ranger stepped forward he spoke only once "watch your way halfing beware the bandits that now plague these lands may ur travels be swift farewell". With that he was gone completely, I never knew the ranger stalked these lands but thank goodness they do or that bandit would have made of with me. For the rest of my journey I was careful of bandits and rarely spoke to the strange Bree folk.

Much later I came upon and inn a merry old in upon an old grey hill. It was made form timbers of maple and oak and looked warm and cosy. I lodged myself there that night (my third) and inside it was lovely there was a warm hearth and table laid with food and little rooms for guest the in host was a man named tom buncen he wa every kind and I only had to pay 10 coins to get a inn key to open the door to a room which was warm and snug indeed.

The next day I continued on my travels until at long last I came to the city of Bree at the gate I met another native of Bree these were the bree wardens hired by the mayor to chase down bandits they were rare but a happy sight, there only distinction form normal big folk was there red hats. Once I had given the warden my name and business I continued into the great town of Bree and soon came too here the prancing pony the best in east of the shire in my opinion!

Thanks for reading this guys and sticking with it hope you enjoy my (or isengrams) ideas on Bree-land which is bree landers, bandits, and wardens I will add pictures soon and more!!! Bye :)

 