After a while found myself sharing a small room with another girl in an all-women’s household. The household was kept by a nasty old hag who seemed to get great pleasure from tormenting my day. But since the rent was suitable and the common rooms had all what I wish for, I stayed. Around this time I started to get know more people in Bree and see the town in a different light.
During one of those nights at the Pony, I came across a hobbit called Tohmo. He was a strange for a hobbit, but he was nice, nicer than many of my own kind had been to me. We shared interest towards fancy clothing and red wine. His mother was involved in making clothes and selling them, you see. And so began our friendship. One evening he told me a great deal about a hero of his, called Osyth. I listened with curiosity and admiration, picturing a quite typical hero in my head. A wide smile, handsome face, a gentleman like. It amuses me greatly how wrong and right at the same time I was. I never had dreamed much about being saved by a prince. No, I had learned from young age that you are the only one who can save yourself. And princes do not save women like me.
Days passed by. Then one day, yet gain in the Pony, I ran into a weird merchant. He was a foreigner as I am, but he was not my kinsman. He was dressed in ugly robes and had not had a bath in a long time. His eyes had this odd look about them. I was certain he was one of those men who only wished to bed me, but due to his lack of speaking Westron, I could not be too sure about it. He wished to sell his wares to me and I would have bought them, but we could not agree of the price. Thus I left him be and returned to the common room of the Pony.
As I approached the counter to order some red wine, I was suddenly being called by a man. Surprisingly tall one, very handsome as one would say, and much older than I was. I found him rather obnoxious. It was as Misses Sally said; he was so full of himself. So loud. And he spoke of himself in third person. I found it very strange. And his name was Osyth.
He clearly only wished to bed me. But I thought that he could be used, like many others in the past. I thought that I could wrap him around my finger and do the dirty work for me. Soon the merchant joined our conversation and apparently tried to sell me to this very obnoxious man. However, to my surprise, he refused the merchant’s attempts and instead, he offered his help to me. I had mentioned that I wished to make Derenhir jealous. He suggested that when Derenhir would be around, I would sit on his lap and then Derenhir would notice me. I agreed to this plan and was quite satisfied. It seemed to me that soon Derenhir would fall to his knees and beg for my attention.
Little did I know on that day. That one day I would not care about Derenhir or about his attention. That one day I would love that obnoxious and annoying man with all my heart. That I would wish to be with him every single second of my day. That seeing him was the happiest moment of my day. And that one day he would not come back from work and I would not ever see him again. And that one day I would learn that he did not love me back. And that I would hate him for it.
And how I wish I would have told him how I felt before it was too late.
