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"crud I overslept!"

*grabs gear and sets out for the shire*

(hopefully I'm not being too formal but this is how I rp lol)

Anselm crouched silently above a cliff in the mountains of Angmar, snow collecting in his white fur. His beedy red eyes looked over the distant horizon across the frozen lakes as he stood upon his heels and leapt off of the small cliff and onto the frozen lake below.

Due south was his destination, though his reasons even he could not guess. Wind and snow rippled through the wererat's white fur as he skidded to a halt upon the ice and gazed out into the distance at the shore of the lake he was standing upon. He had heard a quavering, too soft for human ears to pick up but loud in the ears of a wererat. He looked behind him and noticed a crack in the ice that was ripping its way towards him, breaking the ice off in chunks that fell into the depths of the lake. He leapt forward at full speed, keeping just a few steps ahead of the cracking ice.

I must seek out Lena Fairban and Celeste of Gondor, I must warn them and the rest of the shire. *runs across the fields shouting* FLEE TO THE SHIRE! BRING YOUR WEAPONS AND MOST VALUABLE POSSESIONS! BREE HAS FALLEN! BREE HAS FALLEN!

Um well the problem with that is your not near gondor, if you edit your post saying you ran to gondor and jumped over the gates to see Aragorn, then it would work. Then King Aragorn should let you go help the Shire.

After making it across the ice and stopping to take a breather the wererat slipped his hood of his white cloak up over his head and headed due southwest, using his spear as a walking staff. He walked many miles over mountain and hill till he reached a small town by a lake. Changing back to his human form he slipped the hood of the white cloak down to reveal the face of a pale skinned young man with red colored pupils instead of full red as in his wererat form. He had long white hair that flowed over his shoulders and wore a black tunic beneath leather armor. The sign on the road said that the town was called "Bree" and he felt it as good a place as any to stop to rest for the evening before heading westward again at dawn, being drawn by a force he could not explain.

"Lena...could you hand me some boiling water and your knife....? I need to get this arrow out of my arm. If you have any spare garlic you could boil with the water I would really apreciate it! I'll pay you back once we get back to Gondor."