In the backseat with Sam
Sam and I are riding with Otho Sackville-Baggins on our way to Gondor. We've made good time and even managed to cross the Brandywine successfully, though it's still not clear to me exactly how. Best not to ask.
*I untangle myself from Sam's loving embrace and lean up to speak with Otho*
Otho, it's getting dark. Might we stop now? According to the map, we are on the outskirts of Swanfleet. And I recognize some of the buildings out the window. There are several inns and we can pass a restful night in one of them.
*I untangle myself from Sam's loving embrace and lean up to speak with Otho*
Otho, it's getting dark. Might we stop now? According to the map, we are on the outskirts of Swanfleet. And I recognize some of the buildings out the window. There are several inns and we can pass a restful night in one of them.