They were weary. They had been riding for some hours and the sun was again begginning to rise. Their horses were slow, and their stomachs rumbled, yet they did not stop. Sam had an overwhelming urge to see what had happened to his family, and pressed the weary company on. On the 4th night since their departure they crossed the borders of Bree. Men were coming to and fro, mingled with hobbits. The black wave had not yet hit them. Sams spirits rose. HIs eyes lit up, he pressed the horses to go faster. "Sam, we must stop for the night. I fear for the horses, we woukd be lost should they go lame" said Frodo, and Sam knew he was right. They left the horses and Marylyn in the care of the innkeeper whom frodo knew, and set out to find sams family on foot. The men of bree were tall and broad and stared down on frodo and sam from their height. The hobbits of bree were also quite broad but somewhat shorter then frodo and sam who were bth quite tall as hobbits go. The town was big, and they asked many people if they had heard the name gamgee in the streets but so far none had. Nearly meal time it was, and they were both quite hungry, as neither of them had eaten since the previous day. They returned back to the inn for their meal. "Sam, sam! did you find them?" Mary asked when she saw them. "no Marylyn, but were not through looking just yet." They sat down to eat. When they were almost through the inn keeper, a man called charles bertler, but charlbert to them, came round to their meal table. "I have a message for you frodo." he said. "slipped my mind when i ferst saw ye." he said. "Mithrandil passed through this town some few nights ago, ere he searched for you, He acted quite oddly you know, said there were terrible things afoot and that he must find ye. Said that if i saw ye passin through i ought ter tell ye to make for rivendell. Ere he might await you." "If he knew we had not yet come here, why didnt he seek us out in hobbiton?" frodo asked, "well that little sir, i dont know." he said and went about waiting. Frodo suddenly fet very small in the dining hall of bree. The men were loud and rowdy, having consumed much the town's pride of ale, and he felt an enormous releif when his head hit the soft pillows of their hobbit room. Try as he did sam coulkd not get to sleep. the second he closed his eyes the faces of his relatives, bruised, bloody and crying to him appeared in his mind. "Frodo?" "yes sam?" "I dont think we're going to find them." "whys that sam?" "I just have the feeling their not here. I have the feeling theyre not anywhere." The next day they awoke to the rattling of a cart close to their window. They got dressed, packed their things, and went for breakfast. They ate a hardy meal of eggs and tomatoes, and loaded the rest of their stuff on to the horses. They thanked CHarlbert and were on their way, continuing north, towards the bree town of Tottlewood. They stopped at every cottage they passed to ask if they had seen or heard of any gamgee but again, none had. The went slowly this time, none of them talking much. They gazed at the fields around them, starting to turn brown as autumn began, and the trees with their colours as clear as red flame, heaving down upon them with every breath of the wind. Sam remembered everything about his family, his little cousin posey especially. She had been one of his favorites, and had babysat her on many occasions. They used to joke together. He used to tell her tales of a mysterious Tommy toad who lived in his attic and smiled every time he heard her laugh. She was only 10. What has become of them? he wondered. will i ever see any of them again? As the last light faded into purple, they stopped to make camp. They lashed the horses to a nearby fence, and set up a fire in the shelter of a great tree. They ate, still speaking very little, and at last drifted off to sleep. The last thought that Frodo remembered was something Gandalf had said to him. "even in the gloom of the deepest nights of morder, just around the corner is the sun."