A/N: Hello, hello, hellooo! So, I'm guessing - well assuming that from the summary (as well as the listen genre) you now know that this is going to be an adventure story. Because what you want, you get...or what the majority want, you get ;) Now some heads up, I'm not sure if this story will have three updates per week like Procedure did, but I'm aiming for two; every Wednesday and Sunday. Also, I'm posting the first two chapters now to see if you're actually interested in this type of story.

Confession, I am a total Lord of the Rings fan and so if you're not, 1. I apologize and 2. see if you like ow I'm writing things and if not I'll try and write you something that will interest you after this story. So this story is loosely based of the LotR movies but ultimately a Brittana story because I mean...it's Brittana.

As we go along, for those who haven't seen LotR, there will be some confusing terms in later chapters, and in the ending A/N of those chapters I will put descriptions so you know what the hell I'm talking about.

So yeah, be sure to let me know what you think about the idea like I said, I'm sure all of you had differentiating ideas of what I meant by adventure, and if you want this to continue on.

-B
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Fourth Age, September, 727

Wet mud splashes against your knee length boots once you descend from atop your dark roan horse. Heavy drops of rain pelt down against the cloth hood covering your head, the ends of your hair exposed to receive their fair share.

It was the first rain Middle-Earth had received in three long weeks, creating filthy puddles to cover the lands over the period of forty eight hours. Good for the foliage, not so good for your journey across from Rivendell. Having to spend time as the sun set to find dry ground suitable for sleep, and dry wood to light a flame. Of course it was nothing you couldn't handle, just a minor nuisance you'd rather go without.

You look at the tall wooden gate in front of you, blocking you from stepping foot into the dingy village of Bree. You look back at Eder as you pull your large satchel from his saddle, and he blinks his dark eyes at you slowly before blowing a puff of air into your face from his nose, trying to nudge your face with his.

You let out a quiet laugh, understanding his impatience, and gently brush your hand down his snout, "Let's get you out of this rain." You suggest softly and crack a grin when he lifts his head and shakes his head happily. You take his reins and lead him towards the gate, lifting your hand to give two firm knocks.

You wait not even three seconds before a small wooden window opens and reveals an older white man with missing teeth, grey hair clinging to the sides of his face despite the hood he wears to keep dry.

Eder stomps his front left hoof as he takes a step back and you shush him comfortingly before turning back to the man.

"What do you want?" he asks impatiently. Eder snorts at his tone and you try to keep from smiling as you clear your throat and fix your hood to reveal more of your face. "You again." He says and you lift your shoulders. Figuring he wasn't going to get an answer out of you, the man closes the window before unlatching the door and pulling it open for you and your companion.

You nod in thanks to the old man and lead Eder, shaking out his mane, down the wet, muddy street towards The Prancing Pony, the only Inn in the village.

Men and women standing under porch roofs along the sides stare at you suspiciously as you and Eder get closer and closer to the Inn. Eder snorts and you hum in reply, patting his neck softly.

"Come on, boy." You say and walk him to the wooden rail where another two horses were waiting for their riders. You smile when the two shake their manes and whine happily in greeting. Eder straightens his neck and you laugh quietly, guiding him between the two before tying his reins to the post, a wooden hood covering the area above to keep the horses sheltered from the rain. You open your satchel and pull out an apple and the remaining amount of bread from your journey, ripping it into three before feeding each horse. Next is the apple which you cut into three. Eder eyes the white horse as you feed her the apple and you roll your eyes at his jealous gaze. "Behave." You tell him and he snorts, lowering his head to take a drink from the trough. You shake your head in amusement and give the white horse a last gentle pat before turning and heading inside the Inn.

As soon as you step into the building you're met with deafening cheers as the men at the bar smash their glasses of beer together, hollering with deep laughter as the suds and liquid spill over the edges. But it wasn't only men causing uproar. It never is. A large belch was released from a red bearded dwarf, looking around carefully before letting out another to entertain his friends around the table.

What daft creatures, you tell yourself, grimacing at the sight.

You take a few more steps inside while gazing around for an empty spot, finding one in the back corner. You walk over towards it, stepping out of the way of couples, friends, and singles dancing and singing. One clumsy dwarf bumps you from behind, forcing you to stumble before sending him an annoyed look.

"Watch where –" he starts to grumble before catching sight of your eyes, "My apologies, beautiful." He grins, in dire need of a tooth doctor. You walk away from him only to have him grab your arm and pull you back. "Where are you going, love? I can interest you in a glass?" he asks with a laugh while his friends continue dancing, watching none the less.

"No. Now release my arm, dwarf." You snap and rip your limb from his hold. He scowls at you and you fix your cloak before carrying on towards the back table. You let out a tired sigh as you try to relax in the chair, having ridden Eder for forty eight hours, only taking breaks for a couple hours sleep. It was a refreshing change.

"Can I get you anything?" a girl asks.

"Beer." You tell her, pulling your worn gloves off your hands and setting them on the table, "And a room at the Inn, thank you."

"Of course." You lift your head when she leaves and shift the chair closer to the wall so you can lean against it. With your placement you are shielded from half of the pub, the side where most patrons are settled. You run your cautious gaze over the pub before resting your head back against the wall and closing your tired eyes.

"Your drink," You snap your eyes open, "and your key." She adds, placing your beer and rustic room key on the table in front of you. She gives you a smile and you nod your head in thanks, taking your drink in your hand while pocketing the key. You hand her a few coins and watch her leave before leaning your head back against the wall, placing your drink back on the table.

Your eyes dance around the room as a man and a woman turn the individual chairs upside down, resting them on the table. The drunk dwarves and men patrons being ushered out of the pub as it's time to close. You take your key out of your pocket and flip it between your first two fingers as you push your chair back and get to your feet.

You blink and move out of the way of the two tidying up, heading to the staircase at the back of the pub. You nod at the burly man behind the bar and he nods in return while cleaning a mug with a rag. Your feet carry you up the stairs. The hallway is short and narrow. There is no way more than two people could walk beside each other. You squint as you look at the tiny number engraved on the key and wet your lips, lifting your head.

When you find your room at the end of the hall next to a large window looking out to the wide open field beyond the gates of Bree and rest your hand on the windowsill, looking up at the sky. You whisper a few words of prayer to Felipe watching over you from above, your lips twitching upwards when one of the stars glistens brighter than the others. You turn around and slide the key into the lock, turning the key to the left. You hear the click and push the door open, stepping inside the small room, only large enough to hold a bed and a table to the side of it with a lantern to be lit.

You drop your bag at the foot of the bed and lock the door behind you before dragging your feet over to the cheap mattress. You drop to down to the bed and lay down, resting your arms under your head as you close your eyes.

You tense when you hear a creak of the floor boards outside your door and get up silently, sliding a dagger from your pack on your way to the door. You turn the handle, slowly, and yank the door open, smoothly wrapping your arm around the neck of the tall man, holding the tip of the dagger against his neck.

A scream sounds from behind you and you turn around with the man to see the woman from below, holding her hands to her mouth as she shakes her head pleadingly.

"Please! Please let him go." She whimpers and you furrow your brows, glancing down at the man. Only then do you realize he's not wearing the familiar silver armor, nor wielding a weapon.

You release him instantly and he drops to the ground, scrambling to get away from you with wide eyes.

"I thought you were someone else." You tell him, tucking your dagger into the back of your trousers, "My sincere apologies." You bow your head faintly as the woman helps the man to his feet, checking over his neck. The man nods at you nervously and you swallow and mumble another apology before ducking back into your room and locking the door.

You slump against it and let out a shaky breath, your eyes darting around the room as you run a hand through your hair.

This was crazy.

You shouldn't have to be looking over your shoulder and worrying about waking up to a sword at your throat, but yet you are. You are terrified that men from your home were sent to kill you. Orders given from your very own parents.

You scowl at the thought of them and toss your dagger back onto your bag as you move passed your bed and to the small window, overlooking the street and lean against the wall.

You just want to find a place where you won't have to worry about being hunted. You already had to leave your birth home and the place you really look to as home, just to keep the ones you love from being harmed further than they had been. You sigh, looking at the town below, your hand lifting to take the pendant around your neck between two fingers.

A/N: Continue, continue! Another chapter!

-B