God of middle earth 3/n

Dundro lay waiting in the streams of the Brandywine for hours, not knowing when to surface lest he be discovered by the Orcs yet again. His stomach thrashed and wailed at having missed the usual 4 meals that elapsed from the morning til noon, a rich part of Hobbit tradition. (To this day, you will not find any Hobbit that cannot cook anything you wish in more time than it takes to be eaten.)

Finally, he could not stand the hunger anymore. With a mighty heave, Dundro dug his feet into the riverbed (a difficult task as Hobbits are a slight folk). He pushed up and sat on the riverbed. Out of fear, he scurried about here and there, finally diving into a bush, placing the valiant but somehow weak amount of trust that a bush could actually provide any sort of significant cover. Not only that, but there was also no perceivable threat as far as his eye could see.

Flushing at his foolishness, Dundro rose from the bramble, brushing stray leaves off his sodden tunic. He surveryed his surroundings. A cursory scan revealed nothing of interest to his stomach, unfortunately. It appeared to be marshland. "So I'm in the Overbourne Marshland," said he matter-of-factly.

Ah well, I know exactly how to get home. Just use the... Dundro pulled out the soggy, smudged mess of a parchment that once resembled a... map. Well, then. This rather complicates things, doesn't it?

Dundro looked up. The sun was blotted out by the tall trees, whose boughs spread across to each other forming a giganitc web. The no-man's-land that had grown unchecked for centuries essentially formed an huge sunshield.

He furrowed his brow and placed his hands on his hips. He chose a random direction and thought to himself Home sweet home!

Just as he took his first step, heavy footfalls and the garish sound of a horn permeated the woods.

Just what I need.