Catching up, slowly…
December 18, 2008
Maedhroc, in his little tin helmet and baggy vest, found himself considered decidedly bumpkinish in Bree. Certainly, a stout spear and a heavy pack are just the thing for tromping around the countryside fighting wolves and brigands, but you’re in town now, son! There are elves here, for goodness sake! You don’t want to look like a hick in front of the elves, do you?
So to that end, Maedhroc found himself a barber and a tailor and got himself a makeover worthy of a sophisticated Shire gentle-hobbit such as himself.